Our neighbor's dog, when on the loose,
Prefers our yard for doggist use.
He makes a bee-line (dog-line, rather)
His eyes agleam, his mouth a-lather,
To certain plants and tufts of grass,
The ones we cherish most, alas.
His visits make them wilt and shrivel
And to our neighbors we're not civil.
Why can't their dog stay home? One glowers.
Their plants should serve as well as ours.
But neighbor here with neighbor shares:
Our dog, when loosened, goes for theirs.
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