Me as a Puppy

Feet I have many

They hold up my body

I need them in order 

To move... I can tell.

Sometimes galumphing

And many times falling

I scurry along,

Although not very well.


Ears are so funny

They flop on my face

And make me look silly

When I try to run.

The tongue is my favorite,

Hanging there, dripping,

With drool I created

By just having fun.


Here is a butterfly

There is a leaf

And way, way up there

Are some birds flying south.

Some grass, and a beetle

Some pine cones, a stick

No clue what they are,

But I want them in my mouth. 

The End

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