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She’s a little missile
Hears my whistle 
Pretends it’s a whisper
Too busy with her sniffer

Every doggie has a nose
Some worth more than gold
My little one, uses hers for fun
She ignores me in her hunts

It smells good everywhere 
She doesn’t care just where
But catching her’s no fun
When I call she’s off to run

How to get her back
Will she listen if I snap
What about a snack
That I’ll carry in my pack

She’s a little missile
Hears my whistle 
Pretends it’s a whisper
Too busy with her sniffer

Maybe I can give 
A toss to a twig
Oh forget that she’s more beagle
Than she’ll ever be retriever

I’d rather not chase
Seems a little haste
Maybe just wait
Till the squirrel scent dissipates

You know they trained her kind
From way back in old times
It’s ingrained in her blood
To follow scents for fun

She’s a little missile
Hears my whistle 
Pretends it’s a whisper
Too busy with her sniffer

April 4,2021

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