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!

by Walter de la Mare

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I added this one to my favorites list there are few poems that stand out for me and make me feel and this is one of them