My Dog Burns

No more shall bear beauteous form Be seen in the raging storm. No more shall her wondrous tail Dodge the quickly dropping hail. She lived a quiet harmless life In Hartford far from madding strife; Nor waged no War on peaceful rat Nor battled with wild fierce tomcat. No, No, my beloved, dear ’cause dead What tough thy coat was a brick dust red? Like a good author, thou was a trusty friend And thy tail, like his, red to the very end.