Punky Dunk and the Goldfish AND Punky Dunk and the Spotted Pup

PUNKY DUNK AND THE GOLDFISH Punky Dunk, so fat, was a black and white cat Of exceedingly tender years. He had black on his nose and the tips of his toes, On the end of his tail and his ears. He cast his lot in a very soft spot For his bed was a box full of straw, And he slept all night with his eyes shut tight And his little black nose on his paw. Punky Dunk would peep, though he seemed asleep, At the bird in its cage of brass, And his tail he swayed when the gold fish played In their clear little bowl of glass. "Though my coat's like silk from my drinking milk," He would say, "I often wish I might change my food——as I think I should—— To a meal on a nice plump fish. So he winked his eye and he heaved a sigh, And he said: "I really think That it would be grand to jump on that stand And see how the fishes drink. The fish globe round he reached with a bound And stood with his paws on the rim Looking in with an air that was certain to scare The fish as they looked at him. His cunning head bent and his little nose went Right down, while his tongue flashed red—— When, O, what a sight! The fish in their fright Splashed water all over his head. And Punky Dunk howled and Punky Dunk yowled And Punky Dunk fell to the floor, And he bristled and spat like a terrified cat As he fled through the dining room door. In the big glass bowl, when the waves ceased to roll All the little gold fish were so glad That each wiggled his fins as he said through his grins: "That's the most fun we ever have had." Now Punky Dunk lies on the floor and he sighs: "It is best for a cat to be good, For I cannot forget how I got my coat wet When I didn't do just as I should." The End Punky dunk and the Spotted Pup Punky Dunk on a day in the middle of May Looked around like a wise little cat, And he said with surprise: "Can I trust my own eyes? Well, what do you know about that?" For a wagon of blue, with a man in blue, too, At the sidewalk was just backing up. And the man brought a crate that was heavy of weight And inside was a gay spotted pup. Now Punky felt hurt as he gazed very pert At the gay spotted pup in the box, For the pup was all white, save for spots black as night On his back and his tail, ears and sox. "Meow!" said the cat, "That pup is too fat To run or to climb up a tree. The baby won't like that gay spotted tike As well as I know he likes me." Punky said: "He may run, but he won't be much fun, He may set, or may bark, or may point." You see, Punky's heart was beginning to smart And his nose was put clear out of joint. The pup was let out, and he ran all about So happy was he to be free. Then Punky said: "Meow!" the dog said: "Bow-wow!" And Punky said: "Look out for me!" He raised up his hair and tried hard to scare The pup, so he would run away, But the pup shook his head and in dog talk he said: "No, Punky, I've come here to stay." Then Punky quite rash at the pup made a dash, but the pup stood his ground very bold and then Punky then stopped so quick that he dropped and over and over he rolled. Then the pup with a bark started in for a lark But Punky thought he meant to fight, And he ran up a tree just as fast as could be And he stayed there until it was night. Punky Dunk has made up with the gay spotted pup And with Baby they play every day. Don't you think, little friends, that this little tale ends In the very best kind of way? The End