Classic Poem

The hound was cuffed, the hound was kicked,
O' the ears was cropped, o' the tail was nicked.
Oo-hoo-o , howled the hound.
The hound into his kennel crept,
He rarely wept, he never slept,
His mouth he always open kept,
Licking his bitter wound.
The hound,
U-lu-lo , howled the hound.

A star upon his kennel shone,
It showed the hound a meat-bare bone.
O hungry was the hound!
The hound had but a churlish wit.
He seized the bone, he crunched, he bit.
" An thou wert Master, I had slit
Thy throat with a huge wound, "
Quo' hound.
O, angry was the hound.

The star in castle-window shone.
The Master lay abed, alone.
" Oh ho, why not? " quo' hound.
He leapt, he seized the throat, he tore
The Master's head from neck to floor
And rolled the head i' the kennel door
And fled and salved his wound,
Good hound!
U-lu-lo , howled the hound.