Classic Poem

A black dog and a red dress,
A big black dog and a beautiful red dress,
I am afraid of the dog,
I love the dress …

I scream if the dog is with me, and I scream if the dress is taken away from me …
I am parted from the dog: I am carried a thousand miles away from the dog:
But neither nurse, mother nor father dare to part me from the dress …

You see I might scream all the way from St. Paul to New York …
So I win my first victory, and wear the dress by day, and have it in my arms at night …
I wear it to shreds and patches …

In New York a picture is taken of me …
I am in a big chair and look outrageously angry, with dark large flashing eyes;
My hair is all curls about my shoulders:
I am a little beauty and somewhat of a demon …
But I am not in my red dress …