I swear, it's just the heat.
Sometimes I feel so dog-gone warm
I do not even eat.
And Teka stole my chew chip,
She will not give it back
She grins as she runs past my nose
Her heart is hard and black.
My muzzer is a Luddite
She's screwing up my blog
She cannot get the banner up
That says I'm "featured dog"
She will not let me pack my bag
Or pick what things to bring
She fusses when I try to rhyme
And Teka tries to sing.
I've got an awful lot of things
That I should really do
But if you knew hot hot it is
Well, you'd be grumpy too!