The fetes of animals put me to shame.
Why yesterday Pluto panted “Let me out!”
I sniffed the sky and almost went wane.
It bit and hung on to my snout.
Then I barked I was getting even.
Listened hard as it scratched my ears.
Trees told me a certain reason
for barking at me for years.
Of course Polly went crackers
for not feeding her a nut.
Besides I myself was for losers
when I didn’t call her a mutt.
“Why not cast both of us in a zoo?
We’d live longer in one as two.”
I tried to explain but a pussy
crept in and played footsie wootsie.
Well we reached a treaty through war.
Blamed the gods in the sky for more.
Preached freedom for the birds.
Ate justice as just deserves.
And after all was misunderstood
packed our peckers in wood.
And called for some matter on high
to give or thrust back with a sigh.