Two Many Feet
Look at my dog -- he has two feet too many!
And arms? Well, I tell you, he doesn’t have any!
So how does my dog know which foot to put next?
I try to guess, but it’s got me perplexed.
One, two, three, four - it should be so confusing,
And yet he just knows -- it’s very amusing!
Perhaps I should tape him, my puppy, my Rover,
Then play in slow motion, play over and over.
I’d watch very closely, my four-legged friend,
To try to measure the start and the end.
But that wouldn’t tell me just how he knows
Which set to start with - the right or left toes.
Right, left, right, left - or left, right, left, right?
I could study forever; I could ponder all night,
And never explain how he knows what he knows.
Perhaps he just knows, and that’s how it goes!
See, I have but two feet; it’s never a fight.
If I start with the left, or I start with the right,
Just which one will follow, or which one comes next,
Is always the opposite -- no need to guess!
Yes, I’m glad I’m a human, with two arms and feet,
And hands and fingers; it’s really quite neat.
The things I can do that my puppy just couldn’t,
I’d never trade places; oh no, I just wouldn’t.
For without two hands and ten little digits
My ten finger puppets would be lifeless midgets!
I couldn’t ride bikes, or play football, or dress-up.
And if I had dog paws I surely would mess up
When making a sandwich or pouring my own drink.
But what I’d miss most? Oh I shudder to think!
What would make me so sad, no it wouldn’t be right,
I wouldn’t be able to-
Hug you goodnight!!
Copyright © Kathy L. Gardner | Year Posted 2016
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