He was nobody's fool.
He had gone to higher learning doggy school.
They taught him to read and write.
And to think with his brain and not get into dogfights.
He was taught to be a good pet.
But they couldn't teach him to stop peeing on the carpet.
He later got his doggy Master's degree.
And went on to earn his doggy PhD.
He was a renowned dog you see.
But he still loved to chase cats up a tree.
He later became old and started to lose his memory.
And he became a wise old dog you see.
He now spent all his time laying in the shade.
Remembering all the accomplishments he had made.
His good times are now fading.
There will be no more scholarly debating.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Still love to chase cats..digs never change, good one