Three Doberman dogs walk down the street
Each leashed to owner's hands
What fine dogs to meet.
Bristling black bodies, tall and sleek,
Long muzzles hide the teeth of hounds
Three stately dogs stride up the street.
Pointed ears and tails cropped at the seat,
Markings at paws like tanned sand
What a fine breed to meet!
Like horses nuzzling for a carrot treat,
Stallions pulling a carriage, grand
Three steeds trot down the street
Taking turns nosing ahead of other feet,
These guardians of house and land
What fine canines to meet.
A fierce, frightening breed to greet?
Not so it seemed, this friendly clan
Three Dobermans walk down the street
Finer dogs I could not meet.
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