I whistle into the corridor
a small face peaks out
the whistle echoes quickly
Then silence
The pitter patter won't come
Just those little eyes from the corner
It was time for the walk
To get out smell the neighborhood
But the dog wasn't moving
he just peeped around the corner
Something hanging from his mouth
I'd have to check it out
Oh this little scallywag
A sock
The one I'd been looking for all morning
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