dootsmom
Well-Known Member
Frenchie and Oreo
I awoke this morning and I'll tell you what I saw,
There was Frenchie standing, yes standing, by the door.
His head was high, and his back was straight,
he begged me: "Please, please open the gate"!
As I open the door he was out in a flash,
it's a sure bet he'd win the 50 yard dash!
I could see the joy in this rabbit as he leapt for the sun,
he zigged and he zagged, he was having so much fun.
Oreo followed him and tried as she would,
to fly through the air as only Frenchie could.
Oh, to see them frolick, to watch them play,
they bring a smile to my face as they brighten the day.
They're eating my flowers! They're eating my plants!
Oh dear, are they diggng to China or perhaps, to France?
There goes Frenchie, running in a circle, with Oreo close behind.
Could they be thinking of the Lilies on which they've just dined?
The holes can be filled and the flowers I can replace,
but never their jubilence, that I've been privileged to face.
Then dismally, I thought of what Winter will bring,
Will they remember the garden till Spring?
by Chatlotte
I awoke this morning and I'll tell you what I saw,
There was Frenchie standing, yes standing, by the door.
His head was high, and his back was straight,
he begged me: "Please, please open the gate"!
As I open the door he was out in a flash,
it's a sure bet he'd win the 50 yard dash!
I could see the joy in this rabbit as he leapt for the sun,
he zigged and he zagged, he was having so much fun.
Oreo followed him and tried as she would,
to fly through the air as only Frenchie could.
Oh, to see them frolick, to watch them play,
they bring a smile to my face as they brighten the day.
They're eating my flowers! They're eating my plants!
Oh dear, are they diggng to China or perhaps, to France?
There goes Frenchie, running in a circle, with Oreo close behind.
Could they be thinking of the Lilies on which they've just dined?
The holes can be filled and the flowers I can replace,
but never their jubilence, that I've been privileged to face.
Then dismally, I thought of what Winter will bring,
Will they remember the garden till Spring?
by Chatlotte