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.