That Is Not a Beagle
that’s not a beagle! Said my cousin Dave
as a decorated beagle came out of the cave.
What is it then? I asked, wondering too.
The beagle’s legs were long, he was wearing pink and blue.
Is it a beagle? Dave asked, wondering aloud.
The dog gave him a withering look, he looked mighty proud.
Then he gave a beagle howl, there is no other sound like this.
“I am a snake” said a slithering voice, with a tiny hiss.
“We know that,” Dave said, giving the python a mean look.
I was taking steps backwards, for the snake’s tail was a hook.
“I am a beagle,” the dog said “but this is Mr. Beagle to you.”
I made introductions which were clearly overdue.
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