From being rocked in Mama's arms (about 1925...)

I had a little doggie
Used to sit and beg
Doggie tumbled down the stairs
And broke his little leg;
Now doggie I will nurse you
And try to make you well,
And you shall have a collar and
A pretty little bell.

And when your leg is better
So you can run and play
And have a scamper in the fields
To seem them making hay-
The pretty yellow chickiens
That play upon the grass,
You must not even wag your tail
Or scare them as you pass.

I want to go to Grandmamas,
You know you said I might-
I want to go so very bad,
I want to go tonight.
She lets me wash the dishes
And look in Grandpa's watch-
I wish I had three-four pennies
to buy some butterSCOTCH! (SCOTCH is hollered, accompanied with a
good hard hug)

Not much of a song, but I used to love it- even now I smile at the pictures it gives- and the dreamy wanderings as the child's mind shifts from one thing to another. So true to life.

[See My Little Doggy.]