The roly-poly puppies played all day
Inside the barn, five happy little whelps.
They rolled and wrestled through the stacks of hay.
(For puppies, having hay to roll in helps!)
One puppy liked to chew his brother’s face.
Two others played beneath their mother’s feet.
While yet another found a quiet place
To wait until the time had come to eat.
But one sad day the mother dog was killed
And all the puppies sat around and cried.
The barn with all their hungry cries was filled
With sorrow that the puppies could not hide.
For puppies need their mother’s constant care
And all they’ll do is sulk when she’s not there.
