Squirrel, squirrel, can't you see?
You're on my property,
You run around,
I paw the ground,
You run on the wire,
I bark 'til I tire,
You sit on the fence and glare at me,
As if saying, you can't reach me,
Much befufled I give up,
I go in the cave,
And wait 'til I see you again................
I love your poem, er...I mean Daisy's poem You have a very talented dog.
Love,
Grandma Jan
PS Did you see your mother's picture on my blog today?
Posted by: Jan | September 18, 2005 at 07:53 PM
Your blog knows all about me without my telling it anything.
gj
Posted by: Jan | September 18, 2005 at 07:54 PM