I know you’ve only got two legs
And elephants have four,
But honestly, you sound like one
When walking ‘cross the floor.
It’s every night; I go to bed
And settle down to sleep,
You stumble round, make so much noise
‘T would make the Sandman weep!
Perhaps you ought to take more care?
Maybe you need to diet?
Or go to bed before I do…
Or maybe, just be quiet!
Dear Small Dog, are you being fair?
I’m quiet as a mouse!
I tiptoe through the pitch dark night
To navigate the house.
I open doors and close again
With care so they won’t creak,
It’s only when I find a bone
Barefooted, that I squeak.
If, on occasion, I might groan,
Or even, sometimes, curse,
It’s ’cause I’ve found a soggy chew,
A tennis ball, or worse!
You’ve left me mangled spiders out
For unshod feet to find,
While I protect your slumber, dog,
By walking bare and blind.
And what about your nightly dreams
That wake me with a start?
Bone-chilling growls and sudden barks
Designed to stop my heart?
Dear writer, that’s ’cause I’m on guard
And while you’re counting sheep,
I’m chasing all the monsters off…
You need your beauty sleep!