Ode to Dog

“Over the river and through the woods to grandmother’s house we go,
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh through the white and drifted snow.

Over the table and under the tree,
to the kitchen trash she goes;
the dog knows the way
to ruin the day
her destruction grows and grows.

Over the trash can and through the house,
While deepening my woes
Knocking o’er the tree
And barking at me
As out of the house she goes.