If the dog saw a rabbit it would always bark,
Most often than not it would miss its mark.
It hated rabbits but none lived around,
But it remained vigilant to every single sound:
The slightest crack and the barking would start,
Sometimes it would bite, which wasn’t smart.
It would bite people for not hating hares,
Bite other dogs and put on great airs,
As, for the dog, it’s a job well done,
It had to be done, plus it was fun.
Others, of course, didn’t like it one bit,
Being bitten is not nice, now is it?
Treats and scratchings grew fewer with time,
It lived all alone already in its prime.
One day it was taken away by the cops,
And it thought it was only protecting our crops.