We have a big, loving dog who loves to be petted and have her ears scratched more then anything in the world. While our dog isn’t a collie, writing this poem made me think of her and smile as I thought of a friendly old collie receiving all the love and attention he could ever want from four sweet girls – just as happy to give it to him. Because really, what more could a dog ask for!
Polly, Molly, Holly, and Dolly
Sat stroking the ears of a friendly old Collie.
Together they sat and sat and sat
And brushed and stroked and pat and pat.
Never such a day as this
Had the old Collie had such bliss.
Never before beneath the tree
Had anyone been so happy as he.
So grateful was that friendly old Collie
For Polly, Molly, Holly, and Dolly.