Small Hound - A Poem

[Based on John Mellencamp's song

Well I was born as a small hound.
And I live as a small hound.
But I eat like a big hound.
Oh, those huge ol' dinner bowls ...

In my pack it's all small hounds
My bipeds love to love their small hounds.
My howl is so big hound.
It comes up from deep in my soles.
WOOF!

Trained to be a good small hound.
Love to chase a rodent as a small hound.
Used to cold nose as a small hound.
Another caged up loud beagle, that's me.

But I've smelled it all as a small hound.
Fear the taste of nothing as a small hound.
Run with my queenly Perl who is also a small hound.
We both have no dignity.

Though I sometimes forget just where it is my food comes from,
I will always charm the bipeds who feed me.
Yeah I can chew on shoes here as a small hound
My bipeds let me snooze here on the comfy fleece.

'wrooooo, arf arf arf awrooo-oooo

Got nothing against you big hounds.
We're open enough to have fostered some big hounds.
And I know I'm a small hound.
Just remember: Perl's in charge!

Well I was born as a small hound.
And I can sniff as a small hound.
Who wants to be a small hound?
Oh boy my favorite! Livin' large!
WOOF!