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The Hairy Dog by Herbert Asquith

My dog's so furry I've not seen
His face for years and years;
His eyes are buried out of sight,
I only guess his ears.

When people ask me for his breed,
I do not know or care;
He has the beauty of them all
Hidden beneath his hair.

(from Favorite Poems Old and New, selected by Helen Ferris, 1957)