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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 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 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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