Cruel Frederick

Here is cruel Frederick, see!     A horrid wicked boy was he;     He caught the flies, poor little things,     And then tore off their tiny wings,     He killed the birds, and broke the chairs,     And threw the kitten down the stairs;     And oh! far worse than all beside,     He whipped his Mary, till she cried.     The trough was full, and faithful Tray     Came out to drink one sultry day;     He wagged his tail, and wet his lip,     When cruel Fred snatched up a whip,     And whipped poor Tray till he was sore,     And kicked and whipped him more and more:     At this, good Tray grew very red,     And growled, and bit him till he bled;     Then you should only have been by,     To see how Fred did scream and cry!     So Frederick had to go to bed:     His leg was very sore and red!     The Doctor came, and shook his head,     And made a very great to-do,     And gave him nasty physic too.     But good dog Tray is happy now;     He has no time to say "Bow-wow!"     He seats himself in Frederick's chair     And laughs to see the nice things there:     The soup he swallows, sup by sup--     And eats the pies and puddings up.