He has a tail on one end
Up in front he has teeth.
And four legs underneath.
They like it best after dark.
They not only frighten prowlers away
But also hold the sandman at bay.
To be let out implores.
You let him out and what then?
He wants back in again.
If you try to give them a bath.
They bury bones in hideaways
And half the time they trot sideaways.
And rescue people who are drowning,
They also track mud on beds,
And chew people’s clothes to shreds.
They run and run and run.
But in the city this species
Is dragged around on leashes
And much more loyal than people.
Well people may be reprehensibler
But that’s probably because they