Crickett the Boston
I am Crickett the Boston;
American Made!
Born and bred in the U.S.A.
Home of the brave,
Land of the free,
God shed His grace on me.
I do not Work
or Sport
or Herd
or Hound.
I am a Terrier, but my head is round.
Not small enough to be a Toy,
I am bred for your pure joy.
I am Crickett the Boston;
New England style.
Only here to make you smile!
Land of the Pilgrim's pride,
Majestic mountainside.
From dale to shining sea
God shed His grace on me.
The American Gentleman in tuxedo attire.
A Beantowne Bull tho' no fight I desire.
I am Boston Strong!
Tried and true;
Loyal through and through.
A loveable, huggable girl or boy,
I am bred for your pure joy.
I am Crickett the Boston;
The Olde Towne Team.
Bay State holds the American Dream.
My country 'tis of Thee.
God shed His grace on me.
O'beautiful for spacious skies...
and eyes set quite far apart.
Smooshy face
Big nose
Tall ears
Wide jowl
Golden heart.
Black and white, brindle or seal, it is my facial expressions that seem to appeal.
My disposition that makes me ideal
for city dweller or suburbanite.
It is in your bed where I will spend the night.
I am Crickett the Boston;
City upon a Hill.
Hub of the Universe still!
Let freedom ring,
of Thee I sing.
God shed His grace on me.
I am Crickett the Boston;
American Made!
Born and bred in the U.S.A.
Home of the brave,
Land of the free,
God shed His grace on me.
I do not Work or Sport or Herd or Hound.
I am a Terrier, but my head is round.
Not small enough to be a Toy,
I am bred for your pure joy.
Photographs by Ian van Opijnen (dad)
Words by Renée van Opijnen (grandma)
©2016
He has crowned Thy good with brotherhood.
Cradle of sweet liberty,
My playful antics keep folks amused.
Or a bit of posturing if my bone is misused.
My carriage gives me presence beyond my size:
I am sturdy,
and boxy,
and noble,
and wise.
We can trot, trot to Boston
and trot, trot to Lynn.
You better watch out -
It is love you will fall in.
