See how the young dog darts and nips
at the old dog’s neck and hips?
Anxious on this glorious day
to jump and scamper, tease and play.
With one year only to his name,
his entire life’s a game.
The older dog, his conquests made,
calmly commandeers the shade.
Winded, panting, tired, sore,
he lies there for five minutes more,
then springs to life, ready again
to be the dog he was back when.