My floppy ears, heard the family car coming home today

It seems its not food, but a baby is moving in they say

All this fuss in the house, from the ladies ‘oh a first girl’

We can dress her up, in satan pink with her hair in curl

I ask myself, that it sounds like a doll that I see on TV

Maybe that is what, they are whispering about to me

All was peaceful, after my dogs breakfast and a nap

Then the door opened, and my human with his cap

He was holding something, smaller then my dog bed

It was moving in his bundled arms, fuzzy hair on its head

The once protected eyes, and mouth gave out a loud wail

I scattered across the floor, like a skater and fell on my tail

I quickly scampered away, without looking back not even maybe

They went out to the screened porch, forgot me and not the baby