The little voices of the prairie dogs br Are tireless . . . br They will give three hurrahs br Alike to stage, equestrian, and pullman, br And all unstingingly as to the moon. br br And Fifi's bows and poodle ease br Whirl by them centred on the lap br Of Lottie Honeydew, movie queen, br Toward lawyers and Nevada. br br And how much more they cannot see! br Alas, there is so little time, br The world moves by so fast these days! br Burrowing in silk is not their way -- br And yet they know the tomahawk. br br Indeed, old memories come back to life; br Pathetic yelps have sometimes greeted br Noses pressed against the glass.