The wild and wooly dog
grabbed anything that came near him.
He would growl, or
Roll on his back, and
get his stomach scratched.
maybe even wag his tail!
He could be so fearsome
you would run away
filled with terror,
or he could be so amazingly cute
you would laugh.
But he brought anything that came near,
nearer.
He ate it or licked it,
but whatever came close
was his.
And he went looking for more.
That is why he was loved.
He was a wild and wooly dog.
He loved his life,
and was good at it.
He was a wild and wooly dog.