My furry coated fluff-ball does so bark-
As tho' by each a roar is pleasure met;
Not via song nor tones of sweetest lark,
But in such voice that my acusstoms let,
Why do I choose to burden my own ears-
And glue to clothings; sticky canine fur?
To soak-in by saliva's ridden tears-
About my cheeks, with enthusiasm's spur!
I witness disregard for leather's couch,
Complete with sheer disdain for carpet floors
And tempered shoey murders by a grouch-
With innocence of eyes upon all fours!
But from such pains do I divulge by heart:
Without such farce, would I be torn apart.
