A SWEET little terrier pup
Of the Taurus persuasion was mine;
His tail had been shed,
And was stumpy and red,
But what there was of it was fine.
His eyes were of heaven's own blue
(A little bloodshot, it is true),
His nose altogether askew,
And his paws looked as if he'd been through
A season's hard play on the nine;
He was a good deal of a dog.
He'd make a game fight with a hen;
He'd sit on his haunches erect;