The small dog laughs, watching the big dog slays.
Like some long-legged kid on a tricycle,
When it's way past time for A bicycle,
The dog's little chew toy from his puppy days
Is just too small given what he now weighs.
The little dog may be in a pickle,
If his big friend sees him in such tickle
And thinks the laughter means his friend betrays.

Just then their folks drive up to the garage.
The dogs run over wagging to get a treat.
Barking, and jumping, they get new chew toys.
They take off running from the entourage.
Playing their tug-of-war now has them beat
So off to bed, pleasant dreams of new joys.