And Molly does not know how much she likes
To be among these animals who bark
And frisk about and sniff. One of these nights
I'll fail to get my girl to go at all.
She'll eye the car and know we're off to get
Some exercise, and she'll reject the call.
She likes okay the other dogs she's met
But much prefers to sniff the mail they leave
When it has aged. When proffered a fresh source
She turns her nose away. I do believe
At heart she is a kitteh, though of course
No kitteh would be caught dead herding labs
As she will do when toys are up for grabs.