Early this morning, in bed I reclined
When all of a sudden I heard Mabel whine
Stop your moaning, my girlie —
It’s far, far too early!
But the sound it persisted,
My protests resisted
A sad little whimper, a plaintive sigh
What causes this drama, this pitiful cry?
No dachshund was pleading ...
’Twas me who was wheezing!