Tom's Little Dog


Tom told his dog called Tim to beg,
And up at once he sat,
His two clear amber eyes fixed fast,
His haunches on his mat. Tom poised a lump of sugar on
His nose; then, “Trust!” says he;
Stiff as a guardsman sat his Tim;
Never a hair stirred he.

“Paid for!” says Tom; and in a trice
Up jerked that moist black nose;
A snap of teeth, a crunch, a munch,
And down the sugar goes!


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Tom's Little Dog