We love the the rhythm of this poem; the way it chugs along and raises a snarled lip to anyone who dares challenge. It’s definitely one to be read aloud and students can write their own versions by simply changing the list of adjectives –
I’m a meek dog, a sleepy dog, a lazy dog it’s true; lolling by the fire is what I’d rather do.
|I’m a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog, and lone;|
|I’m a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own;|
|I’m a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep;|
|I love to sit and bay the moon, to keep fat souls from sleep.|
|I’ll never be a lap dog, licking dirty feet,|
|A sleek dog, a meek dog, cringing for my meat,|
|Not for me the fireside, the well-filled plate,|
|But shut door, and sharp stone, and cuff and kick, and hate.|
|Not for me the other dogs, running by my side,|
|Some have run a short while, but none of them would bide.|
|O mine is still the lone trail, the hard trail, the best,|
|Wide wind, and wild stars, and hunger of the quest!