Classic Poem

I've got a dog. The other boys
Have quantities of tools and toys,
And heaps of things that I ain't seen
(Ain't saw, I mean).
They've oars and clubs and golfin' sticks;—
I know a feller that has six,
And gee! you ought to see him drive!
But I've
Got a dog!

I've got a dog. His name is Pete.
The other children on our street
Have lots of things that I ain't got
(I mean, have not).
I know a boy that's got a gun—
I don't see why they have such fun
Playing with things that ain't alive;
But I've
Got a dog!

I've got a dog, and so, you see,
The boys all want to play with me;
They think he's such a cunnin' brute
(I mean, so cute).
That's why they leave their toys and games,
And run to us, and shout our names,
Whenever me and Pete arrive;
For I've