When I was walking Thomas to school this morning, we spotted a beagle crossing the street just up the hill from us. It was wagging its tail wildly but stopped wagging its tail when it picked up the scent of another dog's pee on a telephone pole. The scene brought the following rhyme into my head. (This is the final version that Thomas and I modified over the next few blocks.)
Bow Wow Fo Fum, I smell the pee of a dalmatian,
Be he spotted or be he red,
I'll shave his fur to line my bed.
