With a pipe between his lips, Two young dogs upon his hips, Jogs along old Caspar Sly; How that man can smoke, – oh, my! But although the pipe-bowl glows Red and hot beneath his nose; Yet his heart is icy-cold; How can earth such wretches hold! "Of what earthly use to me Can such brutes," he mutters, "be? Do they earn their vittles? No! 'Tis high time I let 'em go. What you don't want, fling away! Them's my sentiments, I say!" O'er the pond he silent bends, For to drown them he intends. With their legs the quadrupeds Kick and squirm, – can't move their heads And the inner voice speaks out: How 't will end we gravely doubt. Hubs!– an airy curve one makes; Plish!– a headlong dive he takes. Hubs! – the second follows suit; Plum!– the wave engulfs the brute. "That's well ended," Caspar cries, Puffs away and homeward hies. But, as often happens, here too Things don't go as they appear to. Paul and Peter, – so 'twas fated, — Naked in the bushes waited For a swim; and they descry What was done by wicked Sly. And like frogs they dove, kechunk, Where the poor young dogs had sunk. Quickly each one with his hand Drags a little dog to land. "Plish, I'll call my dog," cried Paul; "Plum," said Peter, "mine I'll call." Paul and Peter then with pleasure, Tenderly took each his treasure, And, with speed and joy past telling, Steered for the parental dwelling.
CHAPTER II
Papa Fittig, calm and cosy, Mamma Fittig, round and rosy, Arm in arm sit peaceful there — Troubled by no speck of care — On the bench before the door; For the summer day is o'er, And the supper hour is near, And the lads will soon be here. Soon they burst upon the view, Plish and Plum are with them too. Fittig thinks a dog a plague: "Nah!" he cries, – "excuse, I beg!" But mamma with soft looks pleaded: "Let them, Fittig!" – and succeeded. Evening milk, fresh and delicious, On the table stood in dishes. Joyfully they haste indoors; Plish and Plum ahead, of course. Mercy! look! right in the sweet Cream each wretch has set his feet; And the noise their lapping makes Shows what comfort each one takes. At the window peeps old Sly, Chuckles loud and says: "My eye! This is very bad, he! he! Very bad, but not for me!!"
