The one who stood upon her sisters,
The nose that never knew no bounds,
The hairiest hound around this our town,
The peaceful pooch that loves the shinning moon!
Now Tess is known throughout this land,
As a winner, woofing proud,
So she said mighty loud,
A merry present I've maid upon this ground!
Though you cannot hear her ever speak,
Ear to the ground and listen, without
Sound you will begin, to
See the tale she tells to you.
Only one of true perception,
Canst bare the wisdom of what lies around,
Noble is she who craps in hedge rows,
Standing hopeful, ever now!
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