Dotty Doolittle
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.
And deer ate her plants but she'd care not a tittle;
No wonder friends nicknamed her 'Dotty Doolittle'!
6/29/2018
Copyright © Wendy Watson | Year Posted 2018
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