Just a little note in case your birthday card is late;
I promise you I mailed it on the proper date;
I'd searched the rack and settled on
that lovely birthday card;
then purchased it and signed our names,
but dropped it in the yard.
The dog leapt out from nowhere
and grabbed it by the throat;
The way she started chewing it,
you'd think she was a goat.
But finally I wrested it from her
fierce and awesome jaws,
though it only took her one big
swat to retrieve it with her paws.
She carried it out of the yard
and trotted to the pond.
The frogs were hibernating there;
of paper, they're not fond.
I thought she'd drop it with a splash,
but no, she changed her mind,
so out I came a-pouncing to
grab her from behind.
Just at that time, a big black crow
was gliding down to rest;
he saw the card, engaged his beak,
and took it to his nest.
I called Bill with his ladder
to climb up in the tree,
but when the crow began to flap,
he fell and broke his knee.
The flapping caused a big downdraft
that sent the card to flying,
while Bill, in pain, commenced to moan;
you'd think that he was dying.
The card then landed close to him,
and when I went to grab it,
I stumbled over poor old Bill
and thus, I couldn't nab it.
While Bill was being taken--
in an ambulance--to town,
the card blew up on the shiny hood
and hitched a ride right down
to the bottom of the driveway
close to the mailbox,
and I hollered, "Put it in there, please.
Oh, thank you, Sir--You rock!"
So Brother Dear, I hope you will
appreciate it all.
Visiting hours are 6 to 8,
in case you want to call.
Your loving Sister,
p.s. Bill's knee is mending well; he should be discharged as soon as they take him off the traction thingamajig.