There was one boss dog, Joe, with a head like yours.

Bob, they called him, and he did all his tricks alone.

The Italian went off the stage, and the dog came on and made his bow, and climbed his ladders, and jumped his hurdles, and went off again.

The audience howled for an encore, and didn't he come out alone, make another bow, and retire.

I saw old Judge Brown wiping the tears from his eyes, he'd laughed so much.