A Good Dog By Alden Hill

Well, I know a dog

Who chewed on sticks.

He had a good nose and

He could sniff.

A rabbit’s trail and a

Rabbit’s tail,

Were always being chased.

He’s always in the woods

Tracking down cones that fell on the ground.

When he was happy

He’d wag his tail,


And in his sleep he’d run like the wind

And yip and whine and bark.


Scratching and spinning he’d fluff his

bed, rest his head, and go to sleep.

And he’d snore a little bit too