And lies down on his back
He is a loving playing dog
Till the door opens a crack
For when he a slim exit spots
He’s down the stairs in a
bound
And out the front gate too is
he
This fast and clever hound
You follow him in hot pursuit
Shouting “Come Back “or “Stop
“
You may run as fast as you
want
He’s ahead of you one hop
It’s hide and seek and Cops
and Robbers
All games you may think of
When you go this way he goes
that
Till your head almost comes
off
With many a strain on heart
and lung
He flits forth like a bat
Now he’s seen and then unseen
You’re lucky he isn’t a cat
Then you sit down to catch
your breath
And lip curses you have never
said
You give up and go upstairs
He promptly follows jumping on to the bed !
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