A Little Doggie Missile Immune To a Whistle

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