Plan, hope, and plot
All to get what we haven’t got
Whether we really need it or not!
The little white dog
Danced at the door
Asking to go out
Or so it seemed
The little white dog saw the big black and white dog gnawed on a covered bone,
“Do you want to go outside?”
She danced and wiggled at the door,
The big dog, never one to refuse an open door
Dashed outside into the rain,
While the little white dog dashed into the rug and the bone.
We all collude in each other’s desires,
You might simple
need to ask for a second bone.
There really is enough to go round.