Pa got mad at Petey the dog
Kicked him hard—across the yard
Petey yelped and run away
He come back sad, in his sad dog way

Pa got a splinter stacking the wood
Ma got her tweezers and pulled real good
Pa yelled as the splinter come out
Ma laughed as Pa stomped about

Pa come to the table when dinner was cold
Me and Lizzy warshed good, like we was told
Petey the dog was under my feet
When Pa weren’t looking, I give him a treat

Pa went to town to get supplies
Lizzy wants to go—she cries and cries
Ma said she could go, and I stayed home
While they was gone, we left–
We found a new home