Like a lamb from a fairytale, with coat of softest wool,
Lies the Bedlington Terrier, a heart both fierce and cool.
But beneath the fluffy guise, a whippet’s spirit burns,
For within this gentle soul, adventure ever yearns.
With eyes like amber embers, glinting with playful fire,
He chases shadows, ever reaching higher.
His scimitar tail wags, a rhythmic, silent beat,
As he dances through the fields, on silent, nimble feet.
Though a hunter’s heart he holds, beneath his sheepdog guise,
His loyalty unwavering, in his gentle, loving eyes.
He guards his flock with vigilance, a protector ever true,
Yet welcomes guests with warmth, his playful spirit shining through.
By day, he bounds across the land, a blur of wind and grace,
By night, he curls beside you, a comforting embrace.
A paradox of wool and speed, a gentle, playful soul,
The Bedlington Terrier, forever captivating, making you whole.
So raise a hand to this charming, whimsical delight,
Whose spirit dances on the edge of day and night.
For in his lamb-like form, a legend finds its start,
The Bedlington Terrier, forever stealing your heart.