Classic Poem

There dwelt a farmer in the west,
As we're in story told;
Whose herds were large and flocks the best
That ever lined a fold.

Armed with a staff, his russet coat,
And Towser by his side —
Early and late he tuned his throat
And every wolf defied.

Loved Towser was his heart's delight,
In cringe and fawning skilled,
Entrusted with the flocks by night,
And guardian of the field.

" Towser," quoth he, " I'm for a fair;
Be regent in my room:
Pray of my tender flocks take care,
And keep all safe at home.

" I know thee watchful, just, and brave,
Right worthy such a place;
No wily fox shall thee deceive,
Nor wolf dare show his face.

But ne'er did wolves a fold infest,
At regent Towser's rate:
He dined and supped upon the best,
And frequent breakfasts ate.

The farmer oft received advice,
And laughed at the report;
But, coming on him by surprise,
Just found him at the sport.

" Ungrateful beast," quoth he, " what means
That bloody mouth and paws?
I know the base, the treacherous stains,
Thy breach of trust and laws.

" The fruits of my past love I see;
Roger, the halter bring;
E'en truss him on that pippin-tree,
And let friend Towser swing."