I'm really in the doghouse,
though I don't know what I've
done,
I've chewed a pair of slippers,
and eaten a big cream bun.
It really is frustrating, trying to be good,
I've weed on mums best carpet,
and chewed up all the wood.
My dad says I am mental
he often tells me so,
And mum just shakes her head,
and makes her voice all low.
Yesterday I had a swim,
the fish all jumped about,
Some landed in the garden,
boy, did daddy shout!
My mum came running over,
I thought that it was funny,
I tried to scramble out of the pond,
but my legs were wet
and muddy.
"You really are a silly dog"
my mum said with mock
scorn,
"I'll take you in and dry you off,
you'll soon be nice and
warm".
I had a dream whilst in my bed
about a great big bunny,
I chased it round the garden,
the bunnys name was Honey.
She looked just like my mum,
her fur was soft and warm,
I used to cuddle up with her
whilst living on the farm.
Our old cats name was "warrior",
he used to catch the mice,
Then leave them on the doorstep,
that wasn't very nice!
The old pigs name was "Rasher",
he wasn't very smart,
He used to roll in all the muck
then lie beside the cart.
We're going to the fields now
to round up all the sheep,
And then I'll go home with dad
for my dinner and a sleep.
It really is a great life
working on the farm,
Where I am warm and happy
and safe from any harm.
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