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 burglers, for evey 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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