The Yorkshire Terrier

There are many little terrier dogs
Of every size and hue,
But the one I'd like to mention her
Is shaded tan and blue.
He's a cocky little devil
And he isn't any saint,
But a soppy 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 owners fear no burglars
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!

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Groveshire Yorkshire Terriers, Newfoundland, Canada