The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad, and bit the man.

And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.

The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.

The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes.

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