The Moth Hound
Of a coon hound,
you have heard,
there's plenty around.
I have found
a very strange dog,
who's nothing but a moth hound.
When ever you see,
he sees a moth near by,
the moth trys to flee,
it isn't any match,
as my dog goes after the moth,
and makes a wonderful catch.
He eats it all the way,
and chews and swallows,
he looks at me, now he wants to play.
wrote 6-14-90 about my dog Brandon who in the summer of 1990 ate hundreds of moths.
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