- The Big Dog Under the Wagon
- As told by Elsie McMullen Meyer
- And recalled by her children - Doris,
Marion, Harry and Aileen Meyer.
- Original Author: Unknown
The Big Dog Under the Wagon
"Come wife,"
said good old farmer Gray.
"Put on your things 'tis market day.
And we'll be off to the nearest town,
There and back ere the sun goes down.
Spot? No, we'll leave old Spot behind."
Now Spot ne'er barked and Spot ne'er whined,
But soon made up his doggish mind
To follow under the wagon.
So off they went at a good round pace
And joy went out of the farmer's face.
"Poor Spot, he did so want to come.
But, he'll guard the house and guard the lot an'
Keep the cattle out of the cotton…"
"I'm not so sure of that," thought Spot,
The big dog under the wagon.
The farmer all his produce sold
And got his pay in yellow gold,
Then started homeward after dark,
Home through the lonely forest.
Hark! A robber sprang from behind a tree!
"Your money or your life," said he!
The moon was up but he did not see
The big dog under the wagon.
Now Spot ne'er barked and Spot ne'er whined,
But quickly caught the thieve behind,
Threw him down in the mire and dirt,
Tore his coat and tore his shirt!
The robber uttered not a sound
As hands and feet the farmer bound
And tumbled him into the wagon.
And now our hero grand and gay,
A silver collar he wears today.
Among his friends and among his foes
He follows on his horny toes,
The Big Dog Under the Wagon
Author - Unknown
Video
of my Mother Marion Kelley Reciting this poem