Three dogs went out for a promenade And as they walked down the crowded street, But a mischievous cat on the sidewalk stood, Mr. Dog growled deep, and sprang at the cat, A dog in a suit chasing a cat. But he tripped in his haste against a stone, A dog in a suit, with mud on his clothes, standing next to his wife and child. And Mrs. Dog, when she saw his plight, Wee Baby Dog was in sad distress; But the roguish cat at her fireside sat, Two sleeping pigs. Two little pigs were in a pen; Two pigs, one escaping from the sty. Both pig's tails were curled up tight, A pig hiding from his master in the woods. One little pig that ran away— A squealing pig tied to a peg. But when that pig came back—Oh! then |