At midnight A hound by moonlight Rolling on the ground Happy hound Alone with his bone Lost but found And all is all quite Right all round But brother Here comes another His sister Will he resist her? Not alone Where a bone is there But he will not fight Not tonight A hound learns About taking turns He is fair And so they will share Two hounds on the ground Rolling round +Steven Curtis Lance In the photo, left to right: Bowser, my daughter Maria, Marisol, and me Copyright MMXIV