(from perspective of young chocolate lab Murphy)
Today I saw a squirrel, I SWEAR.
He gave me this defiant stare.
So I leapt up, like six whole feet,
But Mom just yawned and took a seat.
She always says, “Don’t waste your pace.”
But squirrels, Mom. They mock your face.
I chase them just to prove I can,
I’m strong, I’m fast; basically man.
Then Mom said, “Murphy, leash still on.”
And yeah, I realized squirrel was gone.
I wagged and barked, no squirrel fight,
But next time, squirrel. It’s on. Alright?
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