Well, I know a dog
Who chewed on sticks.
He had a good nose and
He could sniff.
A rabbit’s trail and a
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