There once was a little Jack Russell
who was as sweet as she was cute
and went by the nicname of hoot.
Now in the evening the
family would gather
to spend family time together.
Everyone including Hoot was there.
Me on the couch
the kids on the floor
and dad in his favorite chair.
As we sat there a smell most foul
quickly filled the air.
It seems our sweet little hoot
had let loose with a toot
and now we are all fighting for air.
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