My son asked a question as little boys do
Of me in my wisdom and all that I knew.
"Is there a dog that is perfect?" he asked on a whim.
Well, I thought and I thought about where to begin.
"He'd have ears that were floppy...or cropped and alert
And eyes that were sleepy...or perky and pert,
He'd leap like a bunny or sit in your lap
And run fast as horses...or opt for a nap.
"A dog that is perfect would be covered in spots
Or maybe one-color...and then have spots-not.
"He'd be small as a teacup...or big as a house,
With a nose that seemed flattened...or long like a mouse.
"He'd swim and he'd hunt with a coat flying free
Or be dainty and delicate...and "He'd" be a "She."
As I struggled to answer, and not with a clue,
My son, with a smile, said, out of the blue,
With the wisdom of children, what he already knew...
