Nelson, My Dog
like the cat he scratch the flea camping in fur unlike the cat he delight in water up to his ear he frolic he catch a crooked stick on his back he nap with leg straight up in the air nelson shudder awake he respond to love from head to tail in happiness his front legs march in place and his back leg spark when they push off on a leash he know his geography for your sake he look both way before crossing he sniff at the sight of a poodle trim like a hedge and he trot the street with you second in command in the park he ponder a squirrel attach to a tree and he shovel a paper cup on his nose he sweep after himself with his tail and there be no hand that do n't deserve a lick note this now my friend nelson can account the heritage of heroic dog one canines lead the blind two they enter fire to rescue the child and the child's toy three they swim for the drowning four they spring at the thief five they paddle pond for the ball that get away six for the elderly they walk side by side to the very end seven they search for bone but stop when call eight they bring mud to all party nine they poke among the ruin of a burnt house ten they forgive what you dish out on a plate nelson be a companion this much we know and if he be a movie star he would do his own stunt o how he would fly climb the pant leg of a scoundrel and stand tall raft on white-water river he have befriend the kingdom of animal he once run with wolf but admittedly not very far he step two pace into a cave and peek at the bear he shelter a kitten he right the turtle pedal it stump on it back under the wheeling star he caravanned with the mule he steer sheep over a hill he wisely let the skunk pas he growl at the long-bearded miser he join duck quack with laughter once he leap at a pheasant but later whine from guilt nelson's black nose be a compass in the wild he know nature he have spy spire of summer smoke he circle cold campfire he howl at a gopher and scratch at the moon he doctor his wound with his tongue he have paw a star of blood leave in snow he regard the fireplace the ember like blink cat this too we know about nelson true he be sometimes tie to park meter and sometimes wear the cone of shame from the vet's office but again he be happiness he present his belly for a friendly scratch if you call him he will drop his tennis ball look up and come running this muddy friend for life when you bring your nose to his nose for something like a kiss you can find yourself in his eye