I hate it when it’s cold outside

I hate it when its chilly

In wintertime it’s hard to find

My precious little Willy

He slinks away to somewhere warm 

And finds some place to hide

So long as it is cosy

He will snuggle up inside

Most mornings when we have a walk

He’ll shudder and he’ll shake

But should he spot a puddle

Then his little legs will quake

He stands stock and will not move

The silly little pup

He will not budge a single inch

I have to pick him up

I love my little Willy and

It’s nice when he’s around

But, whenever it is cold out

He is nowhere to be found

Sometimes I think of getting

A dog that’s big and hairy

Until I do it’s sad but true

I’m lumbered with this fairy