My Basset is called Maggie
She is just 8-months old
Her skin is rather saggy
Her demeanour quite bold
She bounces like a jump-jet
To six foot in the air
She has replaced my carpet
With layers of thick hair
I'm told they are quite placid
I'm told they cannot jump
I'm also told they're flaccid
And prone to get quite plump
Forget it, not with Maggie
She surely breaks the mould
She darts, all thin and craggy
My trousers to take hold
And tears them from my body
Jumps six feet in the air
Flies with them, round the garden
I pull out all my hair
Her systems of food detection
Are so advanced in sense
That they've achieved selection
By Ministry of Defence
She won't stop stealing cat food
She won't do as she's asked
But I can't help but love her
Because she looks so daft