KICKIN' THE DAWG

From an old folksong. (It ain't who you think.) Every time I go down town Them boys start kicking my dog around. Makes no difference if he's a clown. Better stop kickin' my dog around. When we drove the wagon past the dry...

I HAD A LITTLE TURTLE...

He lived in a box, He swam in a puddle, He climbed on rocks...   (From the first  poem I ever learned.) What I have learned since then: The box he carries with him.  He lives inside it.  Poke him and his head and legs disappear like...