“ Baron’s favorite game is to chase his own tail,

He spins in circles, like a furry, golden gale.

He’ll bark at the wind, he’ll bark at a leaf,

He’s the self-appointed neighborhood chief.

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In the garden, he digs with such zest,

Creating new holes where flowers once dressed.

He rolls in the mud, comes back all brown,

With a proud look, like he’s earned a crown. “