Who’s lying now between us in our bed,
Is such of which this couple never tires,
Who love to pet our furry quadruped.
She’s Tiggy, and she craves to sleep with us
Between our pillowed heads much of the night,
But as the dawning day grows luminous,
And prospects of adventures come in sight,
Tig makes her move to roust me from my sleep,
Get up, and throw treats to the braying squirrels
While she scarfs up a few peanuts to keep,
And Gyp’s now come along, so both our girls
Begin the day by frolicking about
Our yard—happy at last the sun is out.