“Time, Death and Judgment” by George Frederic Watts, 1900
My naym is dog
My frend is smol
He dose not fetch
Or thro the ball
But I not chays
Or bite like cat
Insted I’m kind
I lyk the ratMy naym is rat
And this caynine
He show me how
to have good tyme
I stand up tall
Upon my toes
I stretch my tung
I lyk his nose
Daintyfire 