At once to describe my name and my race,
I often attend on the huntsman at chase;
I also can find it is equally pleasant
To wait on the squire, or even a peasant;
But when I conceit myself most highly blessed,
Is when by a lady I’m fondly caressed:
Yet many a child seems to take a delight
To treat me with constant ill-humour and spite.
On me you may always for safety depend,
And consider me both your protector and friend.