Sparks and smoke bring lots of joy,
But not so much for my doggy boy.
For if he hears a whistly boom,
He'll dive into a corner, zippity zoom.
Mortar rounds, and everybody's getting jolly,
Old boy's trembling behind a refrigerator dolly.
Ice cream cones, hot dogs and burgers,
My boy says he's quite the deserver!
4th of July, to Doggy Boy is quite alright,
Until darkness when they strike the light.
Shots, crackles, flames and squeals,
Pierce his ears and freeze him still.
Palsy, shakes, and squeezed eyes close,
Hell on earth for this little wet nose.
All attacks will end in just a few days,
but a stray bottle rocket will bring a trembly phase.
Then he fainted; scared into the ethereal!
When he heard snap. crackle, pop as I ate my cereal.
What a shame, to him America's birthday sure is tough,
Gonna have to make the old boy some anti-firework earmuffs.
-Ronnie Pierce
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