My Life As a Dog

My life as a dog would indeed be fine Knowing I could nap anywhere, anytime. On the porch or in a chair, I could dream without a care. With my legs, I'd set a pace And find a cat or car to chase. If that prusuit for me did fail, I'd turn around and chase my tail. With my nose, I'd take in smells And see what things I could tell. Like who is cooking, what and where, Or who passed by, here and there. With my ears, I could listen good To the sounds of my neighborhood. When the sun went down and all was dark, I'd take heed of the twilight bark. With my voice, I would make known Visitors who approached my home. My bark would make all foes flee, Yet to friends it'd be welcoming. With my eyes, I could implore or beg, For a scrap of food or a pat on the head. The neatest thing is - is that I could see In the dark of night, what there might be. With my tail, I could express The degree of my happiness. And when I'd head out on the go, My tail would wag, to and fro. For all the ways that I can find To put myself in a canine's mind, It's quite plain to see, My life as a dog would be grand indeed.