Dobbin Friend



Dobbin Friend :




Dobbin has a little friend,

Spotted white and sable;

Every day she goes to him

In his lonely stable.



Not a mite of dread has she,

Not a thought of danger;

Lightly runs between his hoofs,

Jumps upon his manger.



Lays her soft, warm cheek to his,

Purrs her meek 'Good-morning!'

Gives the flies that hover near

such a look of warning!



























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