Dad (Fathers day 2015)

D is for dance, like I do when you’re home

and you give me a stroke and a small crunchy bone.

Twirling and spinning, I’m happy to see you

You tell me I’m beautiful, sweet little muffy moo

A is for action, we’re ready to go

Adventures are waiting, we walk with the flow

We are never quite sure what nice smells we will find

I can be a minx but you’re never unkind.

D is for digging, a hobby of mine

Sometimes you let me, just so I don’t whine

If I find a treasure, from digging so deep

I’ll take it to you and invite you to eat

This poem spells DAD and that’s a great word

one of the nicest that. I’ve ever heard

Each time I hear it, I feel fuzzy inside

Whenever I can, I’ll be right by your side.