"S'pose you think you've earned food,"
It's what I always said;
And he would gloop and wiggle
And bob his scaly head.
So, of course, he got fed;
Two flakes only per lunch,
As I with condescension said,
"Well. Okay. Just this once."
"You aren't much of a watchdog;"
But food was on his mind,
He shook his head and circled
To sneak up from behind.
A lunge, a savage chomp -
"You killed it dead," I said,
"Another wily fish flake;
Now brush and go to bed."