Lots of dogs I've bred.
Most want whip, a deal.
This one, be it said,
Is more hot than leal;
Wants to go ahead,
Hates to come to heel!

Skies are overcast;
Slowly comes the spring,
Quarry's tracked--at last,
Strong, though, on the wing.
Steady! Not so fast!
Waiting game's the thing.

'Tother WILLIAM'S style
Rather spoiled this pup.
_Steady_! Wait awhile!
H-RC-RT's like a Krupp.
I can stroll, and smile--
Till the birds get up.

Half-bred dogs--well, well,
Mustn't talk like that!
Else they'll call _me_ "swell."
_Down! What are you at_?
Scurry and pell-mell
Do not 'bell the cat.'

Sport is not a mere
Game of "Spill and pelt"