Here our account is given you in Fido's matted hair:
Here's woodchips, gravel, mud, and sand -- all in my coat are found.
Two ticks. I am ashamed to say my ears do wear each gem.
I outrun all my dogpark pals, but couldn't outrun them.
Three leaves. We hiked the woods and cliffs to reach a rocky beach.
I needed help just once and sat to wait for help to reach.
Four paws that touched a slimy beach and waded in it's foam.
The scum has dried in strands of green I licked the whole trip home.
Besides these miscellaneous amusements of my coat
You'll find assorted hoopla (that I just can't help but gloat.)
A faded yellow petal of Wisconsin's Lady Slipper
And possibly some stardust from the night sky's Little Dipper!
