With apologies to Mr. Blake, from whom I've borrowed with great license.
Oh Fuzzy wuzzy, thy eyes are bryght
Reflecting fires within thy syght!
Thine claws unsheathed, thou starest at me
There be few quite as fierce as thee.
Thy teeth be white, and thy fur so black
Thy nostrils open just a crack
Yet no breath descends, a silence thine
Thy tail a placid fuzzy line.
Oh fuzzy wuzzy, thy eyes are bryght
But burn with something less than lyfe
How very wuzzy thy fuzzyness be -
Wishest I had more rugs like thee!
