Beau loves to take a walk. He thinks he can even talk. He barks at anything he meets -- Squirrels and dogs and cats, People leaves, and even hats. Sometimes when he is especially mad, He does things that are very bad. When there is an awful crash, We know once more He's in the trash. His dish of chow is most nutritious. But he prefers something more delicious Pizza is his favorite food. Fried chicken he considers good. When bath time comes around, He's nowhere to be found. But when he is, He leaves his beautician half-drowned. He loves to play With a bone. He hates to stay All alone. As we leave the house, We hear him moan.