PUNKY DUNK
AND
THE GOLD FISH
THIS LITTLE STORY IS TOLD
AND THE LITTLE PICTURES
WERE DRAWN FOR A GOOD
LITTLE CHILD NAMED
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Published in the Shop of
P.F.VOLLAND & CO.
CHICAGO
COPYRIGHT, 1912,
P. F. VOLLAND & CO.,
CHICAGO, U. S. A.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Punky Dunk, so fat, was a black and white cat |
Of exceedingly tender years. |
He had black on his nose and the tips of his toes, |
On the end of his tail and his ears. |
He cast his lot in a very soft spot |
For his bed was a box full of straw, |
And he slept all night with his eyes shut tight |
And his little black nose on his paw. |
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Punky Dunk would peep, though he seemed asleep, |
At the bird in its cage of brass, |
And his tail he swayed when the gold fish played |
In their clear little bowl of glass. |
"Though my coat's like silk from my drinking milk," |
He would say, "I often wish |
I might change my food——as I think I should—— |
To a meal on a nice plump fish." |
So he winked his eye and he heaved a sigh, |
And he said: "I really think |
That it would be grand to jump on that stand |
And see how the fishes drink." |
The fish globe round he reached with a bound |
And stood with his paws on the rim |
Looking in with an air that was certain to scare |
The fish as they looked at him. |
His cunning head bent and his little nose went |
Right down, while his tongue flashed red—— |
When, O, what a sight! The fish in their fright |
Splashed water all over his head. |
And Punky Dunk howled and Punky Dunk yowled |
And Punky Dunk fell to the floor, |
And he bristled and spat like a terrified cat |
As he fled through the dining room door. |
In the big glass bowl, when the waves ceased to roll |
All the little gold fish were so glad |
That each wiggled his fins as he said through his grins: |
"That's the most fun we ever have had." |
Now Punky Dunk lies on the floor and he sighs: |
"It is best for a cat to be good, |
For I cannot forget how I got my coat wet |
When I didn't do just as I should." |