Ell Dee, L.D.
The dogs bark,
and their fur so dark,
they chase a lark,
but miss their mark.
Forget to crawl low,
forget to move slow,
fur standing out in snow,
upwind the wind does blow,
and to silence, the anser is no.
Don't catch prey,
not any day,
though they may say,
as their fur grows gray,
and their to lazy to even play.