Beware of Dog.

Beware of Dog, the placard said,
Attached there to the fence.
To see the dog was proof to me,
The placard made no sense.

He must have stood eight inches tall
From padded paw to shoulder,
And from the way he moved about,
Methesuleh was no older.

His hair was soft and kinky brown;
His eyes deep set-- imploring--
His stubby tail wagged back and forth,
As though the sign deploring.

He'd lick the hand of those who'd stop
To scratch a silky ear
As if to say "Heed not the sign--
There's nothing here to fear."

I tell you, folks, there's one thing sure,
If that old dog were mine,
I'd feed him "A"grade Alpo,
And I'd burn that silly sign.

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