By John Klassen – Regina, Sask.
The lovely brown eyes
In that fluffy ball of fur,
He must have come from heaven,
That you know for sure.
While he’s asleep, he’s an angel,
But awake, the house is full of danger.
He romps and runs around and around,
‘Til he thought he’d have fun
With a slipper he found.
You walk right over and take it away,
Saying, “Bad boy Rover!
“With this you can’t play!”
He looks up at you
With those lovely dark eyes,
Saying “What did I do?”
And your heart nearly dies.
Finally, after what seems like hours,
He goes back to sleep
In the middle of your flowers.
But deep in your heart you now know,
That the fluffy ball of fur
Came from heaven,
and that’s for sure!
