I swear Rufuz must think my feet don’t belong to me,
When he gets near them he has to play with them,
But I guess that is just how he be.
Still, he is so funny, grabbing them with his paws,
Holding them, then using his mouth, trying to maul,
That’s alright, Rufuz, I didn’t need that toe,
It was just there for show.
When he is done playin’, he lays right down on my feet,
I don’t know, they must make a pretty good seat,
But for me, I hesitate to move them,
For fear he will again see them as dinner meat…