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Susan K. Rowse

My Pup

My puppy's so silly
He can move everything he has
He's a beast in a tiny body
And don't ever make him mad
He'll bare his teeth though tiny
He'll raise up all his fur
Then if he selects our frail housecat
It can forget it's purr
He'll chase that thing and watch your feet
they'll tangle fur for fun
Then when I let her through the door
She's faster than the sun
Then he...he's Tyke and he will fly
Though license isn't his
He'll catch the cat...then tree her good
Then turn on the neighbors kids
He'll bark and bark and raise his cain
Then when he's locked all up.
I let the kids in just for fun
And they find this frail small pup.
Wherer's you big dawg Ms. Rowse
The one who kills the squirrels
The one who barks like OOga does
Then loves the purty girls
My dad said...your dawg is huge
To stay away from here
We like the little baby pup
But bring the big one here.