I'm at your bekon call.
No more hair can you take off,
Please! I hope like last year, Friends
visit with me all around my deck.
Mommy ran them away with a broom.
Until then I am hiding in the back, I
Can not go out to prance and flirt.
I dare not bark...might be seen.
When the hair grows back, I'll be the Prancing front deck Queen. China
Louisa A Dobbins
May 7, 2009