Tuffy Todd's Adventure: A True Story

There is a little dog whose name Is Tuffy Todd, who has the same Wise look as many a dog you've met; And is a well-bred house-dog pet, But quaintly called in rhyme a hound, To please the poet's ear for sound. Round as a mole, he's fat and fair, And robed in coat of whitest hair; His soft brown eyes are bright and clear, His little ears are quick to hear. He has a kind expressive face, With every feature full of grace; In disposition meek and mild, He's gentle as a little child; But has his own peculiar way, As all who hear will surely say. He is to people so polite, You'd think he'd never bark or bite, But strangers climbing up the hill Will shout in vain: "You hound, be still!" And traveler late in midnight dark Is sure to hear Tuff's loudest bark, While tramps who come about the yard Must flee or face a valiant guard.