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!