In Inwood’s leafy parliament, Where mutts convene and time is bent, There reigns…
Leroy’s a legend with silky strut, Tail like a fan and zero rut.…
She moves like morning on the grass, A streak of grace you watch…
She’s young and wild, a furry spark, The queen of chase at Inwood…
In Inwood’s shade I softly tread, A crown of dreams upon my head.…
At the edge of the marsh where the river wind sings, Two little…