Children I no longer have
Five dogs instead grace my home
On rainy days I'm not alone
In some ways they differ not
From that little human tot
Try to bathe them, they moan and squirm
Like a bunch of fishing worms
Let the sky open with God's wondrous rain
They run in and out
And go insane
Without a thought of getting wet
Plays on their mind, much to my regret
Zooming by me quickly
Like that missile they call Scud
Ah, the beauty of dogie mud
Tails are wagging, dogie bliss abounds
While I'm uttering words I dare not write
For I'll be moping floors the rest of the night
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