Look out there, it’s a tree!
The limbs are moving swishingly
It’s a squirrel I think I see-
So I bark, bark, bark!
It’s a shadow on the ground!
It moves when I move all around
It looks just like a tiny hound-
And I bark, bark, bark!
There’s a knocking at the door!
It could be a murderer or two or more
I will send him shivering to the floor-
When I bark, bark, bark!
Oh look, my poem’s at its end
I thought it’d go on forever, my friend.
Guess not, and now I’m bored again.
Guess I’ll bark, bark bark!