| Under the tree here Lies a small dog. Its name was Lil’ Woofer. It liked chasing frogs. It lived with a Papa, A Mama, and son. It loved having walkies. It lived just to run. It ran far and fast and It just couldn’t stop. It met with a car where It fell with a flop. The funeral was brief, Many tears there were shed. Even I dropped a flower On Woofer’s new bed. Many years now have passed, He’s forgotten and gone. Yet here now I sit, Wishing he had lived on. |