Rain

How many dogs? I’m asking you,
How many? ‘Cause it’s more than two,
I’m sure of that. There’s one right there!
That’s three. They’re falling from the air
And sticking in the soggy turf.
I close my eyes and hear the Wurf!
Come burbling across the lawn
As each is claimed by mud. They’re gone.
How many dogs are left? Who knows?
And how come cats don’t sink? That blows.

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