EE, here is poor old Tray; Good dog to run so fast, me, Oh ! how I love you, Tray, You are so kind to me; You sit by me at tea. 'Tis true I give you bits Of cake and bread and meat; But I am 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. V WINKLE, twinkle, little star; AT When the blazing sun is gone, |