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.