Ranzo
by Michael Rosen
Who rolled in the mud
behind the garage door?
Who left footprints
across the kitchen floor?
I know a dog whose nose is cold
I know a dog whose nose is cold
Who chased raindrops
down the windows?
Who smudged the glass
with the end of his nose?
I know a dog whose nose is cold
I know a dog whose nose is cold
Who wants a bath
and a big crunchy biscuit?
Who wants to bed down
in his fireside basket?
Me and Ranzo
I’m the dog with a cold.
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