Old Dog lay in the summer sun
Much too lazy to rise and run.
He flapped an ear
At a buzzing fly.
He winked a half opened
Sleepy eye.
He scratched himself
On an itching spot.
As he dozed on the porch
Where the sun was hot.
He whimpered a bit
He whimpered a bit
From force of habit
While he lazily dreamed
Of chasing a rabbit
But Old Dog happily lay in the sun
Much too lazy to rise and run.
Source: English Enrichment Vol. XII
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