I'd thought I share with you this corgi poem. It was given to my mothers grandfather back in early 70's, by the breeder,
when he got his Corgi, Napoleon
Would you know where Corgis come from?
How they came to live with mortals?
Hearken to the ancient legend,
Hearken to the story-teller
On the mountains of the Welsh land,
In its green and happy valleys
Lived the peasant folk of old times,
Lived our fathers and grandfathers;
And they toiled and laboured greatly
With their cattle and their ploughing,
That their women might have plenty.
And their children journeyed daily
With the kin upon the mountain,
Seeing that they did not wander,
Did not come to any mischief,
Whilse their fathers ploughed the valley
And their mothers made the cheeses.
'Til one day they found two puppies,
Found them playing in a hollow,
Playing like a pair of fox-cubs,
Burnished gold their coat and colour,
Shining like a piece of satin-
Short and straight and thick their fore-legs,
And their heads were like a fox's
But their eyes were kind and gentle;
Long of body were these dwarf dos
And without a tail behind them.
Now the children stayed all day with them,
And they learnt to love the dwarf dogs,
Shared their bread and water with them,
Took them home with them at even
Made a cosy basket for them,
Made them welcome in the kitchen,
Made them welcome in the homestead.
When the men came home at sunset-
Saw them lying in the basket,
Heard the tale the children told them,
How they found them on the mountain,
Found them playing in a hollow-
They were filled with joy and wonder
Said it was a fairy present,
Was a present from the wee folk,
For their fathers told a legend
How the fairies kept some dwarf-dogs,
Caled thm Corgis-fairy heelers;
Made them work the fairy cattle,
Made them pull the fairy coaches,
Made them steeds for fairy riders
Made them fairy childrens' playmates;
Kept them hidden in the mountains,
Kept them in the mountains shadow
Lest the eye of mortal see one.
Now the Corgis grew and prospered,
And the fairies life was with them,
In the lightness of their movement,
In the quickness of their turning,
In their badness and their goodness,
And they learnt to work for mortals,
Learnt to work their masters cattle,
Learnt to play with mortal children.
Nw in every vale and hamlet,
In the valleys and the mountains,
From the little town of Tenley,
By the port of Milford Haven,
To St Davids head and Fishguard,
In the Valley of the Cleddau,
On the Mountains of Preselly,
Lives the Pembrokeshire Welsh Corgi,
Lives the Corgi with his master.
Should you doubt this ancient story,
Laugh and scoff and call it nonsense,
Look and see the saddle markings
Where the fairy warriors rode them.
(As they ride them still at midnight,
On Midsummer's Eve at midnight,
When we mortals are all sleeping).
Hope you enjoy it! Growing up my mum always told me about how fairies rode the Corgis and that's why they have the white markings in front of their shoulders- it was from the reigns.