by Josie Whitehead (www.whiteheadm.co.uk)
My little dog's called Gemma;
She's very small and white.
She loves to rush out barking
When there's a cat in sight.
She chases little rabbits
And also squirrels too,
But what would little Gemma do
If I took her to the zoo?
She'd look with fright at tiger
And might think it was a cat,
But if he came towards her
She'd not stay for a chat.
She'd be frightened of a rhino
And also of a bear.
Some little creatures she would love
And wouldn't have a care.
The monkeys would be funny
And she'd want to stay and play,
But my watch tells us it's getting late-
We'll be back another day.
My little dog called Gemma
Would go to bed and dream
Of all the strange new creatures
That at the zoo she'd seen.
Copyright 1997