The Bench-legged Fyce Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Speakin' of dorgs my bench legged fyce	A
Hed most o' the virtues an' nary a vice	A
Some folks called him Sooner a name that arose	A
From his predisposition to chronic repose	A
But rouse his ambition he couldn't be beat	B
Yer bet yer he got thar on all his four feet	B
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Mos' dorgs hez some forte like huntin' an' such	C
But the sports o' the field didn't bother him much	C
Wuz just a plain dorg an' contented to be	D
On peaceable terms with the neighbors an' me	D
Used to fiddle an' squirm and grunt Oh how nice	A
When I tickled the back of that bench legged fyce	A
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He wuz long in the bar'l like a fyce oughter be	D
His color wuz yaller as ever you see	D
His tail curlin' upward wuz long loose an' slim	E
When he didn't wag it why the tail it wagged him	E
His legs wuz so crooked my bench legged pup	F
Wuz as tall settin' down as he wuz standin' up	F
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He'd lie by the stove of a night an' regret	G
The various vittles an' things he had et	G
When a stranger most likely a tramp come along	H
He'd lift up his voice in significant song	H
You wondered by gum how there ever wuz space	A
In that bosom o' his'n to hold so much bass	A
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Of daytimes he'd sneak to the road an' lie down	I
An' tackle the country dorgs comin' to town	I
By common consent he wuz boss in St Joe	J
For what he took hold of he never let go	J
An' a dude that come courtin' our girl left a slice	A
Of his white flannel suit with our bench legged fyce	A
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He wuz good to us kids when we pulled at his fur	K
Or twisted his tail he would never demur	K
He seemed to enjoy all our play an' our chaff	L
For his tongue 'u'd hang out an' he'd laff an' he'd laff	L
An' once when the Hobart boy fell through the ice	A
He wuz drug clean ashore by that bench legged fyce	A
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We all hev our choice an' you like the rest	M
Allow that the dorg which you've got is the best	M
I wouldn't give much for the boy 'at grows up	F
With no friendship subsistin' 'tween him an' a pup	F
When a fellow gits old I tell you it's nice	A
To think of his youth and his bench legged fyce	A
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To think of the springtime 'way back in St Joe	J
Of the peach trees abloom an' the daisies ablow	N
To think of the play in the medder an' grove	O
When little legs wrassled an' little han's strove	O
To think of the loyalty valor an' truth	P
Of the friendships that hallow the season of youth	P

Eugene Field

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