You Don't Know Jack (c)

He looks at you

with his big brown eyes,

Almost as if,

He could read your mind.

Sure, he’s a pain,

When he pulls on a leash,

But you can’t deny

That he aims to please!

And that’s when he poses

On his two back feet

And sits real still

And begs for a treat,

He chases squirrels,

And has caught quite a few,

The birds he lets be,

But the rugs can he chew!

Not a sweeter hound

Will you find in these parts.

Jack is THE dog,

In my heart of hearts.

My pal, Jack