A lady sat across from me
When riding in a bus.
She had a poodle on her knee
Of which she made much fuss.
She pressed that poodle to her breast
And he was meek and mild.
In all the world she loved him best;
She would not have a child.
That dog was ugly and black,
Was shedding on her clothes.
And she did pat him on his back
And kissed his turned up nose.
If that lady went to heaven,
There’s not a dog to see.
Where there’s not a poodle given,
How lonely she would be.