Up amongst the Yorkshire dales
Lies a doggy wagging his tail
Feeling free out of his jail
Writing about his own little tale
About his master swigging back the ale
And looking rather thin and pale
After standing on a dirty nail
Ready to read his daily mail
His faithful doggy by his side
His master slipped and died
Nowhere left but to hide
Some pal and whale of a friend.
By Cathy Wain
