I leaped into the pond to fetch my ball
Thrown out beyond the shallow into deep
They cried for me to go, I heard their call
But water o’er me, a doom I will not meet
My mistress laughing sat upon the bench
She said she’d teach me I knew how to swim
Not sure what swim might mean, maybe it’s French
And then I did not see her going in
My master’s stick was longer than a tree
He nudged the ball in closer to the shore
I fetched it then to everyone’s great glee
Would you believe they tossed it as before?
The ball again lay on its watery bed
Rapturous torture, seeing it gleam bright
I waded out. A foot beyond my head,
Evading me it sparkled in the light.
Eventually, with help from master’s stick,
Which coaxed the ball to drift towards my bark
I grabbed the prize and ran up to the thick
My ball’s now safely hidden in the park.
