I decided I'd take a little trip

Last June I journeyed to the west

I found myself in the Metroplex

Seeing things that I thought best.

Landed in the "City of Mes-quite"

I stopped for a while at my sister's house

I did not know she had company coming

Who could it be?  I'll be quiet as a "mouse".

To the door, a dog appeared

This feisty canine was energetic

He was followed by his  Mistress Lisa

I mean to tell you, he missed no trick.

I soon found out he had a name

An odd name for a dog in a way

Someone had called to him, "SCOOTER"

Stopping and looking, he did obey.

A pretty dog; a chocolate shiny brown

His very own blanket, Scooter would throw

When sleepy and tired he would feel

Under the blanket on the floor he'd go.

They let Scooter in the yard to romp

Rolled in the grass and checked out the garden

He could not find a nary fire hydrant

He just settled for a private place, then.

Scooter soon had enough of the romping

Soon he found a neat place to lay

He jumped on the glider to take a snooze

Here for a while, he'd like to stay.

It was getting late, and I must go

Back to East Texas where life is slow

To Scooter, I will say, "Good-bye"

One thing I'll admit, "Scooter is a beau".

Bessie MelVina Carathers

October 13, 2000