Dog, Dog, Goose
I'm the top of a pile of books
Sitting on a stall.
Looking for a buyer.
Sitting very tall.
I'm fond of my first owner,
Who read me, through and through,
But now will pass me on,
If they can find-- Hey! Shoo!
A goose has grabbed my cover.
I'm trailing in the dust.
I'll make you let me go!
I'll do whatever I must!
I snap and clap my pages
Until the beak lets go.
And then I get a short reprieve.
It's quiet down-- Oh No!
A dog has caught me by the spine.
It's running through the Fair.
I really want my reader back.
Oh where, oh where, oh where?
A tether reels in the running dog.
I'm back in human hands.
I shudder all my pages
And wonder where I'll land.
