When Jack the warrior puppy goes
Patrolling streets, defeating foes
With fearsome bark and pointy nose.
He never turns his back.
He never runs from enemies
Like cross-eyed cats in trembling trees
And jeering birds with shaking knees.
Aplotting air
attacks.
His faithful squire holds his lead
And tells the warrior to take heed.
“We’re out for walkies. Please proceed
To take a different tack.”
But rattling gates with huffing snouts
Jack’s rule of order roundly flouts.
He quells them all and loudly shouts,
“I’m leader of this track.”
The wantons of the neighborhood
All see this pup and turn to good.
They straighten up.
It’s understood.
All kneel for warrior Jack.
