Hail, hail the dogs of snow!

Hail, hail the dogs of snow! 
The furious mess of them! 
Hi, ho away they go! 

Digging bones again for them! 
Tails, like sails above the drifts 
the sniff of sniffers says, "ahem!" 

And jump off sheepish cliffs, 
Into the wading furs of cold 
And bring up bones as gifts. 

"Leave them there!" you scold, 
And hit them on the nose, to show 
That it pays not to be so bold! 

Hail, hail the dogs of snow, 
The furious mess of them! 
Hi, ho away they go...