The Duel
The gingham dog and the calico catSide by side on the table sat;‘T was half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)Nor one nor t’ other had slept a wink!The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plateAppeared to know as sure as fateThere was going to be a terrible spat.(I wasn’t there; I simply stateWhat was told to me by the Chinese plate!)
The gingham dog went “bow-wow-wow!”And the calico cat replied “mee-ow!”The air was littered, an hour or so,With bits of gingham and calico,While the old Dutch clock in the chimney placeUp with its hands before its face,For it always dreaded a family row!(Now mind: I’m only telling youWhat the old Dutch clock declares is true!)
The Chinese plate looked very blue,And wailed, “Oh, dear! what shall we do!”But the gingham dog and the calico catWallowed this way and tumbled that,Employing every tooth and clawIn the awfullest way you ever saw—And, oh! how the gingham and calico flew!(Don’t fancy I exaggerate—I got my news from the Chinese plate!)
Next morning, where the two had satThey found no trace of dog or cat;And some folks think unto this dayThat burglars stole that pair away!But the truth about the cat and pupIs this: they ate each other up!Now what do you really think of that!(The old Dutch clock it told me so,And that is how I came to know.)