Pogo Dog
It’s magic at mealtimes the way she transforms;
the back legs defy all the physical norms.
She springs into action with vertical leaps;
there must be some kangaroo in there down deep.
She bounces like pogos have replaced her feet;
she’s getting that nose up to six feet or more.
A helium balloon can hardly compete;
I’m telling you, man, this pup really can soar!
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