Here Is Cruel Frederick, See! A Horrid Wicked Boy Was He; He Caught The Flies, Poor Little Things, And Then Tore Off Their Tiny Wings, He Killed The Birds, And Broke The Chairs, And Threw The Kitten Down The Stairs; And Oh! Far Worse Than All Beside, He Whipped His Mary, Till She Cried. The Trough Was Full, And Faithful Tray Came Out To Drink One Sultry Day; He Wagged His Tail, And Wet His Lip, When Cruel Fred Snatched Up A Whip, And Whipped Poor Tray Till He Was Sore, And Kicked And Whipped Him More And More: At This, Good Tray Grew Very Red, And Growled, And Bit Him Till He Bled; Then You Should Only Have Been By, To See How Fred Did Scream And Cry! So Frederick Had To Go To Bed: His Leg Was Very Sore And Red! The Doctor Came, And Shook His Head, And Made A Very Great To-Do, And Gave Him Nasty Physic Too. But Good Dog Tray Is Happy Now; He Has No Time To Say "Bow-Wow!" He Seats Himself In Frederick'S Chair And Laughs To See The Nice Things There: The Soup He Swallows, Sup By Sup-- And Eats The Pies And Puddings Up.