Each morning in the kitchen
It’s part of my routine
To pour, first thing, that little zing:
My perk-up of caffeine.
I take my mug, anticipate,
And looking down I see
A floater right there on the top;
There’s dog fur in my tea!
I think it’s one of Molly’s;
It has that look, I’m sure.
Her fur can be found everywhere;
It’s part of her allure.
But not to be left out, you know
The others leave theirs, too,
Oh, here and there, just everywhere.
Thanks much, my doggy crew!
I brush and brush my doggies —
Send fur to line the nests
Of birdies in my neighborhood
You know dog fur is best!
Yet I always find they leave behind
Some fur to decorate
My rugs and chairs and what I wear.
Their skills are all first-rate!
Now, perhaps you think my housekeeping
Is not what it should be:
That just perhaps a bit less fur
Would cheer my family.
But I suspect that my attempts
Of cleaning with more care
Would leave behind all sorts of things
Still floating in the air.
Yet what is the alternative?
No fur in my morning brew?
Why, that would mean there were no dogs!
A shocking state, it’s true!
So now I find I’m not just resigned:
I’m happy as can be
To know my much-loved canine friends
Leave dog fur in my tea.