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. |
| |
| 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." |
