K aking, ae

Come and take a walk with me
With US, I mean, for we are three,

Rover, Rough, and I, you see.

Rough won’t touch the birds I know,
But Rover wed a-hunting go,

After bunnies in the snow.

There, I’m sure he sees one now,
How it scampers to and fro,

On that little hillock’s -brow. ©»

He has never caught one yet
(That’s a fact I don’t regret),

But some fun you're sure to see,
If you take a walk with me.

Helen Marion Burnside