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Your tail's absurdly long for a doggie of your size. Your ears, well / they look wrong, but the love-light in your eyes, ah! makes one quite / forget you've won no prize as yet. You're a mongrel, little chap, / just a mongrel, nothing more. Take your paws off from my lap. Oh! / you silly little bore, must you make this awful fuss just to show / your love for us? Your hair is such a length! You're clumsy with / your feet; you've tenacity and strength, you're a ruffian on the / street, and you wriggle like an eel just to show the love you feel. / Mongrel, with no hope of fame, who's your father? You don't know? / Ought to slink away in shame, but the children love you so, and / despite your tail and head -- you're at heart, a thoroughbred!