Nala is a funny hound
Quick of eye
Can spot a fly
At a hundred feet
She can cover lots of ground
Takes no heed
of her speed
And the fear of those she meets
Yet when she is in her own home
In a heap
Fast asleep
She doesn’t stir for anyone
Occasionally if there’s a bone
She’ll raise her head
And may be led
To having just a bit of fun
But now we’re out and all alert
On the prowl
To catch that owl
If only I was off the lead
I’ll chase a ball, one final spurt
Then back to bed
To rest my head
Dream of the chase at that great speed
GBG1954 