To Dog

Pervading pest! Old Adam, when he saw
  Thy prime progenitor, I doubt not, swore
  And kicked the curst kioodle from the door,
Though now thy whelpage we protect by law.
In faith, thou must have been a beastly, raw,
  Uncultivated monster many score
  Immemorable centuries before
Thy rigor was by breeding made to thaw.
How racy of the soil thou must have been!⁠—
  Indigenous and close to nature’s heart!
How strong thy jaw-lock, habits how unclean,
  And what a sink of infamy thy heart!
It may be, though, thou wert created upright.
If Man (the angels’ care) could fall, a pup might.