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
Copyright © C. A. Burkett | Year Posted 2021
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