THE YORKSHIRE TERRIER
There are many little terrier dogs,
Of every size and hue,
But the one I'd like to mention here
Is shaded tan and blue.
He's a cocky little devil
And he isn't any little saint,
But a sappy, little lap dog
Is the very thing, he ain't!
He struts along the garden path
His eyes boot-button bright,
And God help any straying cat
That comes into his sight.
His owner's fear no burglers
For every sound he hears,
The softest, quietest footsteps
Will not pass his pricked up ears.
And if he is disturbed at night
Or danger is at hand,
He makes more of a racket
Than a fifty piece brass band!
Author Unknown
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