On an autumn day pretty as you please.
Lucy the basset hound could be found chasing falling leaves.
Wagging her tail high in the air.
Frolicking around without a care.
A dog's life must be good.
All Lucy has to worry about is chasing leaves.
And crapping in the woods.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully penned poem, Enjoyable and interesting. Frockling around dog is so amusing. Thanks for sharing.