My Fair Lady Poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer

I once had a small yellow dog.
She lived in a house down the hill.
One morning there came up a fog,
So thick and so dark it could kill.

I went out to give her some food,
But to my wondering eyes did appear,
A rusty old chain on a crude
Dirty house, but my dog was not near.

I frantically searched through the yard;
High and low I did hunt.
I looked so long and so hard,
But there was no sign of the runt.

I ran up the hill with haste
To tell everyone of the news.
Up and inside I raced
To tell of the dog I did lose.

I came to a stop at the door,
My eyes as big as saucers.
She was lying on the kitchen floor,
And I thought I had lost her!