Tom told his dog called Tim to beg, <br />And up at once he sat, <br />His two clear amber eyes fixed fast, <br />His haunches on his mat.Tom poised a lump of sugar on <br />His nose; then, "Trust!" says he; <br />Stiff as a guardsman sat his Tim; <br />Never a hair stirred he. <br /> <br />"Paid for!" says Tom; and in a trice <br />Up jerked that moist black nose; <br />A snap of teeth, a crunch, a munch, <br />And down the sugar goes!<br /><br />Walter de la Mare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tom-s-little-dog/
