I'm only a puppy, but learn I must,
to communicate with this man I'm to trust.

I'm always in trouble, but not by choice,
how much I would say if I had a voice.

Being a puppy is chasing a cat,
or chewing a piece out of someone's new hat.

Rolling on gardens, chasing the bees,
or pushing the children down to their knees.

A bigger challenge I've never found,
than to bring all that washing down to the ground.

I can't understand why man hesitates,
when his little one begs for a pup.

For although we are bad, we're adorable,
and like children, need time to grow up.

With patience and love we soon understand,
to yield and respond to a kind but firm hand.

In return we offer, that which no man can give,
our faith and protection for as long as we live.