The Lost Puppy's Home

Little paws on the bustling street, A tiny whimper, oh so sweet! The Lost Puppy's Home

A busy street, cars zooming past, A park bench near, built to last. Little puppy lost, a furry friend, His tail drooped low, about to end His happy day, in lonely fear, With honking horns he couldn't bear.

A girl with pigtails, bright and bold, Saw the puppy, sad and cold. People rushed by, in a hurried race, Ignoring the sadness on his face. But Lily stopped, her heart so kind, "Poor little pup, what will we find?"

He sniffed the air, a tiny nose, Following scents, wherever it goes. Past crunchy leaves and blooming trees, A familiar smell upon the breeze! He tugged on Lily's hand with glee, "Woof, woof!" he cried, "It's home for me!"

Down a path, so green and wide, He barked with joy, he could not hide. A wagging tail, a happy leap, Towards a house, secrets to keep. A little boy ran from the door, "Barnaby! You're home once more!"

Lily smiled, a happy tear, Helping a friend, dispelled all fear. Barnaby licked, with grateful sound, A friendship blossomed, safe and sound. Happy puppy, safe and warm, Loved and cherished, safe from harm!