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Well, Towser (I'm thinking your name must be Towser), / You're a decentish puppy as puppy dogs go, / For you never, I'm sure, could have dined upon trowser, / And your tail's unimpeachably curled just so.
But, dear me! your name -- if 'tis yours -- is a "poser": / Its meaning I cannot get anywise at, / When spoken correctly perhaps it is Toser, / And means one who toses. Max Muller, how's that?