What enchanting silvery phantom
has slipped into your home
Almost without your kowing it
and made the place his own.
What precious speck of nothing
has grown into your friend
from black through blue to silver
Bringing pleasures without end.
Who patiently, without a moan
withstands the faltering, novice comb.
Those shaky hands, with scissors tense
He let you learn at his expense.
Who makes you say "He's been no trouble"
perhaps our flock we'd better double
And then before you know it - he
has made you buy first two, then three.
And now your evening hearth you share
With slumbering shapes, entwining there.
Blue silky coats of varying hues
Prove you're now owned by Kerry Blues.