See, here is poor old Tray;
Good dog to run so fast,
To meet my sister May and me,
Now school is o'er at last.
Oh! how I love you, Tray,
You are so kind to me;
You run beside me in my walks,
You sit by me at tea.
'Tis true that I give you bits
Of cake and bread and meat;
But I'm sure you'd love as well
If you had nought to eat.
For faithful, true, and kind
Is our old darling Tray;
He guards our dwelling all the night,
And plays with us by day.