Cotton's Tab.

A Doggerel.

Tune—Mary had a little lamb, Auld. Lang Syne, or any other.

Lost near Victoria College on May 24th a cream pug pup.

Answers to the name of Tab. Reward.—C.A.C., Hotel Arcadia.

(Copied from a Contemporary.)
Oh, Cotton had a lovely pup,
With a lovely curly tail,
And thrice each day it supped its sup
From a lovely wooden pail.

Still Cotton's pup in memory lives
Through lapse of doleful years;
It's spirit round the bucket sniffs,
Now filled with Cotton's tears.

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It followed him to lectures once,
A journey indiscreet,
It follows him, alas, no more—
Seduced by Hopkirk's meat.

That gentle youth the puppy bore
To the purple-scented lab,
Where Kirk stood Panting for the gore
Of Cotton's sainted Tab.

One little bark a closing sneeze,
A whiff of Ether-Sulph—
"A pickle bottle, Hopkirk, please!
The barks go on the shelf."

Now Cotton roams the hills about
With weary, absent gaze;
He seeks for Tabby's chilly snout
Among alzaio clays.

While in good spirits puppy dwells
Until Pandora come,
When twice ten thousand purple-smells,
Shall hum their "Welcome Home."