[Lara]

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.

She's a cocky little devil

And she isn't any saint,

But a sappy little lap-dog

Is the very thing she ain't!

She struts along the garden path

Her eyes boot-button bright,

And God help any straying cat

That comes into her sight.

Her owners fear no burglars

For every sound she hears,

The softest, quietest footsteps

Will not pass her pricked up ears.

And if she is disturbed at night

Or danger is at hand,

She makes more of a racket

Than a fifty piece brass band!