by H. M. Burnaby & Harry Stogden (1951) He was just a happy youngster, and the school was breaking up, For the summer holidays were drawing near. And that day someone had given him a tiny mongrel pup, Like most small boys his love for dogs was queer. Twas a quaint and ugly rascal... little Paddy was its name, And as dogs go he was quite outside the pale; He possessed ancestors somewhere—tho' to trace 'em was a game, But Johnnie loved that wagging stump of tail Now they went off to the seaside and a broken-hearted boy Sat shedding bitter tears that seemed to blind him, The thing in life he loved the best, that pup—his only joy, Of course he had to kiss—and leave behind him, So on the beach—despondent—played a melancholy kid, While the dog remained at home in charge of daddy; The world was such a dull place, and he wanted oh!—he did That little mongrel puppy known as Paddy. Now Johnnie never could forget that ever-wagging tail, His holiday was spoiled he grumbled sadly; And got fed up completely with his little spade and pail, The absence of that 'pup' he felt so badly. He went right off his feed—at ev'rything he made a fuss, And then misfortune came to crown his sorrows; They told him that his daddy'd been run over by a 'bus, Badly injured, and they must return tomorrow. His sad-eyed mother's counsel was—that he must be a man; For now 'twas up to him to play the hero. He said, 'I'll try to brave it just as bravely as I can!' Though at the time his spirits were at zero. The journey home accomplished, Johnnie heard his mother say 'Now darling, just you come and see poor Daddy'. And then surprise lit up his face, he shouted 'Hip hooray... Why! I thought you said the 'bus' runned over Paddy!'
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