Doggerel

SWEET lady, I come,Prince is my name;I hope that you'll beA very kind dame;Don't look with contemptUpon my small size,But see and admireMy wonderful eyes.Of one thing I'm fond,A chicken's sweet bone;One thing I hate,'Tis to be left alone;I'm a puppy you see,Must yelp and must cryA little—don't kickAs me you pass by.Your friends and yourselfI'm bound to defend;They say I am smartTo my narrative's end;If you will be kind,Through sunshine and fog,In me you will findA considerable dog.