The Dog in the Park
There’s a dog who wanders the park; I came across him one day. He wagged his tail and jumped about. He really wanted to play. I didn’t have a bouncy ball Or a stick to throw. All I had was a blue bobby pin And my pretty red bow. I wasn’t going to throw those things So, in that case, I found a rock and threw it And the dog gladly gave chase. He picked up the rock, Then tripped as he ran back to me. But the rock wasn’t in his mouth. “Where on earth could it be?” I looked around for the rock. Maybe it fell into a hole? When I didn’t find the rock, I knew The poor thing had swallowed it whole.
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