The Poetry Corner

That Little Dog

By James Whitcomb Riley

"That little dog 'ud scratch at that door And go on a-whinin' two hours before He'd ever let up! There! - Jane: Let him in. - (Hah, there, you little rat!) Look at him grin! Come down off o' that! - W'y, look at him! (Drat You! you-rascal-you!) - bring me that hat! Look out! - He'll snap you! - He wouldn't let You take it away from him, now you kin bet! That little rascal's jist natchurly mean. - I tell you, I never (Git out!! ) never seen A spunkier little rip! (Scratch to git in, And now yer a-scratchin' to git out agin! Jane: Let him out!) Now, watch him from here Out through the winder! - You notice one ear Kindo' in side-out, like he holds it? - Well, He's got a tick in it - I kin tell! Yes, and he's cunnin' - Jist watch him a-runnin', Sidelin' - see! - like he ain't 'plum'd true' And legs don't 'track' as they'd ort to do: - Plowin' his nose through the weeds - I jing! Ain't he jist cuter'n anything! "W'y, that little dog's got grown-people's sense! - See how he gits out under the fence? - And watch him a-whettin' his hind-legs 'fore His dead square run of a miled er more - 'Cause Noey's a-comin', and Trip allus knows When Noey's a-comin' - and off he goes! - Putts out to meet him and - There they come now! Well-sir! it's raially singalar how That dog kin tell, - But he knows as well When Noey's a-comin' home! - Reckon his smell 'Ud carry two miled? - You needn't to smile - He runs to meet him, ever'-once-n-a-while, Two miled and over - when he's slipped away And left him at home here, as he's done to-day - 'Thout ever knowin' where Noey wuz goin' - But that little dog allus hits the right way! Hear him a-whinin' and scratchin' agin? - (Little tormentin' fice!) Jane: Let him in. " - You say he ain't there? - Well now, I declare! - Lem me limp out and look! ... I wunder where - Heuh, Trip! - Heuh, Trip! - Heuh, Trip!... There - There he is! - Little sneak! - What-a'-you-'bout? - There he is - quiled up as meek as a mouse, His tail turnt up like a teakittle-spout, A-sunnin' hisse'f at the side o' the house! Next time you scratch, sir, you'll haf to git in, My fine little feller, the best way you kin! - Noey he learns him sich capers! - And they - Both of 'em's ornrier every day! - Both tantalizin' and meaner'n sin - Allus a - (Listen there!) - Jane: Let him in. " - O! yer so innocent! hangin' yer head! - (Drat ye! you'd better git under the bed!) - Listen at that! - He's tackled the cat! - Hah, there! you little rip! come out o' that! - Git yer blame little eyes scratched out 'Fore you know what yer talkin' about! - Here! come away from there! - (Let him alone - He'll snap you, I tell ye, as quick as a bone!) Hi, Trip! - Hey, here! - What-a'-you-'bout! - Oo! ouch! 'Ll I'll be blamed! - Blast ye! GIT OUT! ... O, it ain't nothin' - jist scratched me, you see. - Hadn't no idy he'd try to bite me! Plague take him! - Bet he'll not try that agin! - Hear him yelp. - (Pore feller!) Jane: Let him in."