THE FATE OF THE FIGHTING DOG.

Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser, Volume 4, Issue 353, 5 December 1879, Page 3

THE FATE OF THE FIGHTING DOG.

A man lite, owned a terrier,dog— ■, A bob-tailed," ornery cuss, And that there -pnrp got that there mhn In many an ugly muss ; ■ • For the man he was on his muscle,; And the dog he was on his bite, So to kick the dorg goned animile "Was sure to raise a fight, A woman owned'a Thomas'cat, That fit at fifteen pounds ; And other cats got up and slid., When that there cat was round. The man and his dorg came along one day, Where the woman she did dwell,: , .' • And the purp.be growled ferociously,. ; Then went for that cat like—everything. He tried to chaw the neck of the cal, But the cat he wouldn't be chawed - So he lit on the back of that there dorg, And bit! and clawed I and clawed ; Oh! the hair it flew! and the purp he youled !-.-■.■• ■■"-.■' As the claws went into his hide, " * And chunks'of flesh were peeled from his side;, . Th«n- lie flummuxedj- and kicked and died! The man he ripped, and cursed, and swore As M gathered a big brick-bat, That he would be durned essentially If he didn't ki : l that cat! : _; . * But the old woman allowed she'd be blessed if be did! [ And snatched up an old shot gun, , Which she fired, and peppered his diaphragm • With bird-shot number one. They toted him home on a window blind, And the doctor cured him up ; But he was never known to fight again, Or own other purp. Folks may turn up their snoots at this here rhyme, I don't care a cuss for that ! All I want to show is, that fighting dorgs May-tackle the wrong Tom cat!