After months of the cold, the snow, and the rain, Tot loved May.
It was warm, it was beautiful, and the sun shone all day.
In his excitement Tot would about lose his little mind
He spent his time running around. A way out he would find.
If there was one around, he would even jump the window.
Once outside he would run in tight circles, barking quite so
That the neighbors would start talking, “He’s lost all his marbles.”
But to Tot the talk was no more than humanly garbles.
The noise he ignored, it was movement that he was seeking
Little animals were bound to come out, shyly peeking
Around the trees with their twitchy noses and mobile tails.
He knew he must catch them, no chance his quick movements would fail.
Each day he would repeat the same wild-eyed, happy rampage.
His mad May behavior would last even to his old age.