Sniff sniff sniff
Through the grass
Sniff sniff sniff
His nose smells past
His ears flop around
His tail in the air
Looking for a spot
With the perfect flair
Where does he wander?
Where does he go
To find the perfect place?
The place to squat low
He goes ’round the tree
All leaves he will disturb
He goes ’round the bend
Choosing the place by the curb
How does he choose
The perfect place to go?
No one but he
Will ever know
