ARGUS
Argus was a puppy
Frisking full of joy.
Ulysses was his master,
Who sailed away to Troy.
Argus was on the seashore
Watched the ship’s white track,
And barked a little puppy-bark
To bring his master
Argus was an old dog,
Too gray and tired for tears
He lay outside the house-door
And watched for twenty years.
When twenty years were ended
Ulysses came from Troy
Argus wagged an old dog’s wag,
And then he died for joy
2006-09-19
14:15:22
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