When it's sleepy time for puppies,
They roll up in a ball,
Fold their legs like babies,
'Til they hear the call,
That carries them to dream land,
Where only puppies dwell,
Their senses on the breezes,
'Til they hear the bell,
That wakes them from their slumber,
They blink away the dream,
They look at you and smile,
Like a child with ice cream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem