And half the time they trot sideways. They cheer up people who are frowning, And rescue people who are drowning, They also tred muck on beds, And chew people's clothes to shreds. Dogs in the country have fun. They run and run and run. But in the city this species Is dragged around on leashes.
Dogs are upright as a steeple And much more loyal than people.
That man over there say a woman needs to be helped into carriages and lifted over ditches and to have the best place everywhere. If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down, all alone together women ought to be able to turn it rightside up again. Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance, My head is bloody, but unbow'd.