My Little Willy

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 still 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