Ghillie in the Looking-Glass.
I’ve never seen a stranger sight
Than one I’ve seen this very night;
‘Twas in the glass our Ghill saw Ghill,
He’s been on watch and watches still;
He roams in front and sniffs behind,
And hopes the doggie soon to find,
And there he stays e’en in the dark,
He think ‘t be a splendid lark
To find a little doggie dear,
Who out of cupboard would appear.
A dog with snow-white coat he sees;
For very long this will him tease;
But I must go downstairs to dine,
I wonder whether still he’ll whine
By cupboard, while I have my food,
I think he’ll be just where he stood,
When first I saw him at this game;
To spoil his sport would be a shame.
But in the world there’s but one Ghill,
The best of dogs, if well or ill.
