Skönheten ligger i betraktarens ögon
But those were the days of basenjis gone by
When the world was a beautiful place
And natives were met by yodelling cry
From the dog that is full of grace.
At humans command now they stand in the "rings" and the judges feel their bones.
They let them look- these "wild bush things"
At their heads and their colour tones.
Dikt av Ann Cooper


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