Dotty Doolittle standard contest 105
There once was a lady of Celtic descent
Who cosseted canines wherever she went.
The birds in her garden would sing forth her praise,
And stray cats salute her, their tails duly raised.
Grey squirrels would gleefully zig-zag all day
For here they had no need to cache nuts away.
If deer ate her plants she would care not a tittle
No wonder friends nicknamed her 'Dotty Doolittle'!
Copyright © Wendy Watson | Year Posted 2018