Released from cage, her joyous rage
Spelled out for all observing
In jumping round, this gremlin hound
No energy conserving
She snuffles loud, whilst prancing proud
And slips on hardwood floors
A boxing ring? This clumsy thing
Can barely dodge our doors
And all throughout, no shred of doubt
It can’t escape remembrance
This little dog, this polliwog
Has Steve Buschemi’s semblance
Hermit Thrush 