By Rudyard Kipling
mostly what most men do, And pushed it out of my mind;
But I cant forget, if I wanted to, Four-Feet trotting behind.
Day after day, the whole day through, Wherever my road inclined
Four-Feet said, I am coming with you! And trotted along behind.
Now I must go by some other round, Which I shall never find
Somewhere that does not carry the sound Of Four-Feet trotting behind.