Whenever I leave my dog in the car
She moves into the driver's seat.
But then, when I try to hand her the keys,
She stares and she whines for a treat.
If I give her a treat she just chews it and then
She looks back and whines all over again
Then I push her aside and just wonder when
She'll finally drive me home.

The squirrels outside in the yard like to tease
My dog as they bound along up in the trees
It just takes one whiff of them on a light breeze
And she's hopelessly hopeful and chasing.
"You simply can't climb," I've tried to explain.
But it seems my advice she just cannot retain.
I've watched her in wind, cold, snow, sleet, and rain
Around the trees panting and pacing.

I will tell you the story
Hope it will make some sense
About six little dogs
Wanting driver´s licence

You might ask the clever question:
"Why can´t the dogs just walk?"
They will simply answer….
"The stoney sidewalks!"

Now who´s the star in this poem
Who´s playing the part
Six trivial dogs
And the rhyming can just start.

First one, The Lady
Collie named Fiona
She beggins her lessons
In shiney Dodge Daytona

Second one poodle
As curly as sheep
Arrived with last model
Of Cherokee Jeep

Third is such a little dog
Hard to hit his breed
Lets call him for this moment
Mongrel, damn, but he is sweet!

Fourth in line is bulldog
Frowny evil face
Roaring up his motor
Like being in a race

Fifth another mobster
Foxhound called Bruce
In stolen very glossy and very new Mitubishi Lancer
For that´s no excuse!

And finally last in line
A beautiful Husky
If you want to know his car
You just gotta ask him…

Well students are ready for their real first ride,
Let´s wait for the teacher
Oh, he just arrived!

Just after he saw them
He hid head in the hood
And said salient sentence
„Let´s drive ´round the wood!“

When its said to go ´round
you have to bank with the sweep
And who´s the first among the trees?
It´s curly poodle - with his jeep!

The others are just following
This nascent avenue
Who said that dogs cannot to fly
Just look that´s something new!

That´s the end of the story
On the Oak hangs the collie
Poodle with helm
Saddles tall elm
And the pines in their crowns
Treats the rest of those „clowns“

There´s a clever information
On the end of every fable,
Well,
do not let the dogs drive cars
Their paws are not that able!