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Tootsby Rachel A. GoldEager bit of barking dogdom,Upflung rush in welcoming; Sniffs at packages one's holding, Tries to get the things we bring. Mama asks, "You want some gum, Toots?" Tootsie does, quite visibly; Upward looks of cross-eyed pleasure As she chews it hungrily. With the birddogs at the jailhouse Growlingly she runs and plays; Nothing she enjoys so much, quite, As this daily merry chase. Teasing Tad is her delight, too, Poor cat, torment is his lot, What a blessing he has leisure When he sleeps upon the cot! Underneath the bed to lie down Tootsie loves to sleep the best Not a feather bed, she thinks, would Be so good a place to rest. But at night - poor Tootsie - then She is tied up. - I cannot blame Her for not enjoying this For I'm sure I'd feel the same.
Wednesday, 21-Apr-99 20:17:18 EDT |
