Here you will find thePoemFoxhound Puppiesof poet William Henry Ogilvie
Great big lolloping lovable things! Rolling and tumbling on every lawn, Tearing at slippers and bones and wings- Wonderful loot from the ash-heap drawn: Foxhound puppies Contented puppies Dipping your ears in the dews of dawn! Lapping your porridge at farm-house doors, Cracking a biscuit, robbing a nest Printing your tracks upon kitchen floors, Dodging a broom when the cooks protest; Foxhound puppies, Delinquent puppies, Cursed for a moment and then caressed! Wandering out where the spaniels walk, Following slow when the guns go by, Streaking for home when the twelve-bores talk, Clumsy and puzzled and suddenly shy; Foxhound puppies Bewildered puppies Lone and unwanted and wondering why! Never mind puppies, your day will come; By distant coverts your kingdoms wait, When the spaniels doze and the guns are dumb And hoofs are loud by the bridle gate; Foxhound puppies, Yet scarcely puppies, Raised as you are to a hound's estate. Lost will your lolloping ways be then, Your timid glance and your shrinking pose, As you shoulder the gorse in glade and glen, Lifting the line that your tongues disclose; Foxhound puppies, No longer puppies, But trusted names that the huntsman knows!