Someone's gone and poisoned Laddie--poisoned Laddie and

he's died !

And, oh, the world's a lonesome world, and a big world and

wide

Without any Laddie in it to play with me any more,

To chase my rubber ball for me, and to scratch at my door;

And my mamma didn't want to tell me about it at all,

And for two whole days I looked for him and I would call

and call :

"Come here, Laddie' Laddie! Laddie! Come here, Laddie"

then I'd hark,

And I'd listen for his scamper, and I'd listen for his bark.

And, oh, I did miss my Laddie! I would call, and miss him so!

I would think I'd hear him whimper in the night when winds

would blow,

And I'd start up in the darkness when something would creak

the floor,

And I'd call across the darkness, "Daddie! Laddie's at the

door!"

And they'd come and whisper to me, mamma would, and so

would dad,

Little love-things, but they wouldn't, couldn't seem to make

me glad;

And I'd push the covers from me, and I'd sit up in the dark

And call "Laddie! Laddie! Laddie! Come here, Laddie!"

Then I'd hark.

Then one morning mamma told me that my collie dog had died;

Some bad man had poisoned Laddie! And the big world

seemed so wide

And so lonesome without Laddie that I can't be glad at all,

'Cept sometimes when I'm forgetting, and I call and call and

call,

"Laddie! Laddie! Come here, Laddie" And I listen for his

feet,

And I listen for his whimper as he rushes up the street

In his gladness to get to me, like he won't do any more;

And I wake at night and think I hear him scratching at the

door.

If I knew who poisoned Laddie I would go and ask him why;

Ask him if it made him happy to have my poor doggie die?

Laddie wasn't a bad doggie; he was never bad at all;

I do wish he'd come back to me when I call and call and call,

"Laddie!' Laddie! Laddie! Laddie!". Laddie always understood,

And if he could hear me calling and could come I know he

would;

For he's just a dog, and wouldn't make a little girlie cry,

Like the man who poisoned Laddif'-poisoned him and made

him die.

Mamma says that he'll be sorry, says the man will be some day;

Maybe he will have a little bit of girl who loves to play

With a great big romping doggie, and that way he'll get to

know

Of the love I feel for Laddie; he will love his girlie so

That sometimes, when he remembers how he made my doggie

die,

He will hug his little girl up and will choke and want to cry;

But I hope no one will poison her dog, and she'll never call,

"Laddie! Laddie! Laddie! Laddie!" and not have him come

at all.

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