Fritz the Dog

Fritz was a puppy but now he's a dog.
Bouncy and happy and chews on large logs.
He chews on steel rods and on leaves and on pens.
He's scared of the Rooster and the barbed wire fence.

Fritz is a dog who thinks he's a boy.
A boy with four legs and the strangest of toys.
He naps on his back with his legs air
And sits in the grass with a Regal-like flare.

In the morning he waits for his Martin to rise.
If his Martin is late, he howls and he cries.
He swims in the river and plays with much mirth.
He swims with his Martin, his dearest on Earth.

His least favorite thing, he must do most everyday:
Watch his Martin leave for work when he wants to play.
But Martin comes back and even just for a while
He throws Fritz a stick and he runs with a smile.

Fritz loves to chase squirrels to the top of the trees.
Running and jumping all day in the breeze.
He loves to chase cows even though he should not.
But his Martin says "Nay" and then he just stops.

And at night when it's dark and his Martin's asleep,
He sleeps on the porch and he dreams up a heap.
He dreams of his Martin, the river and sticks
The mechanics of doing a front aerial flip.

Fritz was a puppy but now he's a dog.
He doesn't quite know it but he's the best dog of all.