Classic Poem

Observe the Convalescent Child
Upon the box's lid
Observe the Dog who plays the Goat,
—I know a Dog who did.

He fled, with darts like any hare's,
And leaps like any frog's,
Out of the Home for Lost—at least,
The Home for Losing Dogs.

Over the roads of Overroads,
We chased with feint and shout;
A Dog must have his Day; and his
Was nearly a night out.

Go then and seek, O Child demure
And Dog so ill-behaved,
The house where little dogs are lost,
And little children saved.