Tegan, Tiggy, Tig or Tigaletto—
This well-bred pup’s not from a slum or ghetto;
No, she’s a Mi-Ki and no Mickey Mouse
And knows that she’s the mistress of our house,
Except perhaps for Gypsy, who’s her elder
And in our home has been the longer dweller
But Tig has even Gyp wrapped round her paw,
Just as she holds the rest of us in awe,
Her winsome frolicings being so beguiling
She leaves enchanted onlookers all smiling—
Not so her puppy playmates who get whupped:
She’s such a fierce contender, they’re out-pupped.
Worn out from all her frolics and in bed,
Between our heads she lays her drowsy head.