Fido...Abraham Lincoln's Dog
Fido
They carried him in a box
and put him upon a train
I did not know
what could be their aim
There were mournful prayers
drifting on the air of a lilac spring
It seemed to me to be an honored thing
He never returned after that day
My four feet are sore
from traveling to the railway
My tail...it is drooping
My master...he has gone away
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