Tom told his dog called Tim to beg,
And up at once he sat,
His two clear amber eyes fixed fast,
His haunches on his mat.Tom poised a lump of sugar on
His nose; then, 'Trust! ' says he;
Stiff as a guardsman sat his Tim;
Never a hair stirred he.
'Paid for! ' says Tom; and in a trice
Up jerked that moist black nose;
A snap of teeth, a crunch, a munch,
And down the sugar goes!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem