To pee, to pee, perchance to poop,
I lead my dog across the stoop
Upon the lawn so broad and green
Where he doth stop to pose and preen.
He sagely looks both left and right
To scan the landscape clear and bright,
Then off he hops to start his walk,
Without a word; he cannot talk.
He strides along the streets nearby
And greets his friends both far and nigh.
He looks at every piece of dung,
With sniffing nose and hanging tongue.
To find out who or what was there,
Before he sniffs the springtime air.
He makes his way along the trail.
With friendly barks and wagging tail,
Until at last he is at home
To eat his food and chew his bone