On Glenbeigh Beach a woman stopped me -

my dog and I were taking a stroll -

Head on one side she stared, then asked me:

"What kind of a dog is it at all?

 

He's a bit like a terrier,

                                          only not so small,

He's a bit like a wolfhound,

                                           only not so tall,

He's a bit like a Dulux,

                                           only not so hairy,

He's a bit like a ridgeback,

                                          only not so scary -

 

Sure he's one on his own - let me give him a kiss!

                    

              Ah, God love him! Whatever he is!"