Chew, chew, chew
Maybe chew a bone,
Maybe chew a shoe,
Come to think of it,
Maybe chew you;
These are thoughts,
So profane;
These are thoughts
of a puppy brain.
I gotta poop, I gotta pee!
Should I go in the house or over by the tree?
My masters bought me a real nice bed,
But I think I'll sleep on the sofa Instead.
Maybe later I'll run down the hall,
And knock a few pictures off the wall;
My wiggly tail, I love to wag,
Oh boy, I think I'll eat some stuff in this bag.
Puppy brains will never read
They're logic is sometimes in vain;
Maybe on the cusp of mildly insane
But that's the story of the puppy brain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem