My little Willy

I hate it when it’s cold outsideI hate it when its chillyIn wintertime it’s hard to findMy precious little WillyHe slinks away to somewhere warm And finds some place to hideSo long as it is cosyHe will snuggle up inside Most mornings when we have a walkHe’ll shudder and he’ll shakeBut should he spot a puddleThen his tiny legs will quakeHe stands stock still and will not moveThe silly little pupHe will not budge a single inchI have to pick him up I love my little Willy andIt’s nice when he’s aroundBut, whenever it is cold outHe is nowhere to be foundSometimes I think of gettingA dog that’s big and hairyUntil I do, it’s sad but trueI’m lumbered with this fairy