Chapter 1: Wizard Pup
I have a small secret I ought not to tell.
I’ve seen my dog chanting and casting a spell.
When no one’s around, not my mom, not the cat,
He pulls out his cauldron, his wand, and his hat.
He stirs his large pot, and then throws in some spice.
He mixes the legs of a toad with dead mice.
He chants to himself, “Bada bing, bada bong!
“I am Wizard Pup, and I’m mighty and strong!”
Then Pup starts to dance. His wand twirls through the air.
He throws in supplies ‘til the cupboards are bare.
His brew changes color, grows warm, and starts bubbling.
He drinks it all up, and I find that quite troubling!
It’s time for our walk, and so outside we go.
My pup is excited. He runs to and fro!
He mumbles some words that I cannot quite hear.
And then, out of nowhere, twelve squirrels all appear!
My pup’s not surprised, but he barks and gives chase.
A sly, little smile soon appears on his face.
The squirrels all escape. They all run up a tree.
My pup’s had his fun, but what’s next? Wait and see.
Then on with our walk, and who should we meet?
It’s Old Miss McFarley, who lives up the street.
She’s not a nice lady. In fact, she’s quite mean.
Her pointy, long nose has a wart that is green.
“Hello, dear,” she greets me. “I don’t like your hair.
“Your shirt is so ugly. It’s not what I’d wear.
“And, ew, it’s a dog. Dogs are gross and they smell.”
Before I could stop him, Pup cast a quick spell.
And, Old Miss McFarley, I’m sorry for her!
I would have stopped Pup if I could, I am sure!
Like that, she was gone, and turned into a mouse.
Then Wizard Pup chased her straight into her house.
I yelled at my pup, but then what could I do?
The pup’s spell would last for an hour or two.
My pup wagged his tail, and then trotted away.
I guess she’d deserved it, so what could I say?
Chapter 2: The Battle
Our world contains forces of evil around us.
And clouds of black magic that search ‘til they’ve found us.
For small pups, these powers don’t merely annoy;
They fight little pups, and they aim to destroy!
And pup, our small hero, must fight these dark forces.
He battles the evil from various sources.
The worst of these villains, I’m sorry to say,
Are those who deliver our mail every day.
Whenever the mailmen deliver our letters,
All dogs bark with fear, even brave Irish Setters!
Our dogs try to howl and to give us a warning,
We hush them and wish the bad mailmen, “Good morning.”
The mailmen cast spells on the mail they deliver,
So mail becomes bills that cause parents to shiver.
A card from your grandma that reads, “How are you?”
Turns into a bill that’s five months overdue!
So we all assume that our mailmen are good.
And don’t fight against them, like dogs know we should.
The mailmen keep turning our mail into bills,
Then pocket the money. It gives me the chills.
Today, on our walk, we spot one of these foes.
He’s holding his letters and scratching his nose.
He chants to a card sent from dear Uncle Lee,
And poof! It’s a bill for $3003.
Small Wizard Pup watches. I pull him away,
He won’t let me leave, for he knows we must stay.
He pulls his small wand out from under his collar,
Then barks out a spell, ending with a loud holler.
“Kazam!” he barks valiantly into the breeze,
The mailman’s tight pants fall right down to his knees!
I laugh just a bit but then tremble with fear,
The man smiles at me and then touches his ear.
He whispers some words; then he points right at me,
And poof! I become a small, scared bumblebee.
“Oh, please, let us go!” I buzz-buzz to my pup.
But Pup shakes his head, for he will not give up.
Then Pup casts a spell, and he fires it ahead,
The mailman just ducks, so it flies by instead.
The villain then chants as he taps his right hip,
Pup dodges the spell with a skillful back flip.
Their war rages on, and spells fly back and forth,
They land on the birds, in the trees, on the earth.
Then poof! goes one spell and two birds become rats.
Boom boom! Three small trees soon become “Welcome” mats.
The poor little birds! I buzz-buzz and feel sad.
But Pup is still safe, and for that I am glad.
Then Wizard Pup stops all his casting and chanting.
He wiggles his ears and starts heavily panting.
Oh Pup! Is he tired? Can he beat this bad man?
But Pup winks at me, for he’s thought of a plan.
Then out of the houses and from all around
Come dozens of pups, little dogs, and small hounds.
His spell must have called them and asked them to fight.
They charge at the mailman, teeth ready to bite.
That wicked mailman! He is not scared at all.
He smiles at my pup, and he keeps standing tall.
He wiggles his fingers, and stomps his big feet
‘Til dozens of mail trucks pull up to our street.
The battle is on, and it’s men versus dogs!
The mailmen strike first, and two pups become frogs.
The dogs start to whine, for they’re losing this fight.
Most dogs are not wizards. They only can bite.
The dogs try to charge but then poof and kazam!
Three more are soon turned into pieces of ham.
And now we are losing. I buzz-buzz and cry!
My pup looks defeated. He whimpers and sighs.
Then raising his wand, he howls loudly, “Arooo!”
And everyone pauses to see what he’ll do.
He chants to the sky, “A la bam! Mailmen cower!”
This spell, I can see, will take all of his power.
And next, purple gases fly into the sky,
They float down and hit each mailman in the eye.
And then, to my joy, the men all disappeared!
And, where they once were, fire hydrants appeared.
Then boom! Their spells break, and I’m suddenly free.
The hams become dogs. I’m no longer a bee.
The rats become birds, and two grateful small frogs
Are happy when they are turned back into dogs.
The mailmen’s bad spells are undone. We are free!
“My pup is a hero!” I shout out with glee.
Then all of the dogs eye those hydrants of red,
So sparkling and new in the street up ahead.
And, how can we blame them? They’re just dogs, you see.
They raise their legs up near the hydrants and pee.
Don’t pity those mailmen. They’re evil. It’s true!
They turn all our cards into bills that are due!
And now that you know of pup’s ongoing war,
You must help him to fight ‘til these men are no more.
Whenever your dog sees a mailman and barks,
You must let him out! Let him bite and leave marks!
It’s only when people and guard dogs unite
That we can defeat the mailmen in this fight.
I have a small secret I ought not to tell.
I’ve seen my dog chanting and casting a spell.
When no one’s around, not my mom, not the cat,
He pulls out his cauldron, his wand, and his hat.
He stirs his large pot, and then throws in some spice.
He mixes the legs of a toad with dead mice.
He chants to himself, “Bada bing, bada bong!
“I am Wizard Pup, and I’m mighty and strong!”
Then Pup starts to dance. His wand twirls through the air.
He throws in supplies ‘til the cupboards are bare.
His brew changes color, grows warm, and starts bubbling.
He drinks it all up, and I find that quite troubling!
It’s time for our walk, and so outside we go.
My pup is excited. He runs to and fro!
He mumbles some words that I cannot quite hear.
And then, out of nowhere, twelve squirrels all appear!
My pup’s not surprised, but he barks and gives chase.
A sly, little smile soon appears on his face.
The squirrels all escape. They all run up a tree.
My pup’s had his fun, but what’s next? Wait and see.
Then on with our walk, and who should we meet?
It’s Old Miss McFarley, who lives up the street.
She’s not a nice lady. In fact, she’s quite mean.
Her pointy, long nose has a wart that is green.
“Hello, dear,” she greets me. “I don’t like your hair.
“Your shirt is so ugly. It’s not what I’d wear.
“And, ew, it’s a dog. Dogs are gross and they smell.”
Before I could stop him, Pup cast a quick spell.
And, Old Miss McFarley, I’m sorry for her!
I would have stopped Pup if I could, I am sure!
Like that, she was gone, and turned into a mouse.
Then Wizard Pup chased her straight into her house.
I yelled at my pup, but then what could I do?
The pup’s spell would last for an hour or two.
My pup wagged his tail, and then trotted away.
I guess she’d deserved it, so what could I say?
Chapter 2: The Battle
Our world contains forces of evil around us.
And clouds of black magic that search ‘til they’ve found us.
For small pups, these powers don’t merely annoy;
They fight little pups, and they aim to destroy!
And pup, our small hero, must fight these dark forces.
He battles the evil from various sources.
The worst of these villains, I’m sorry to say,
Are those who deliver our mail every day.
Whenever the mailmen deliver our letters,
All dogs bark with fear, even brave Irish Setters!
Our dogs try to howl and to give us a warning,
We hush them and wish the bad mailmen, “Good morning.”
The mailmen cast spells on the mail they deliver,
So mail becomes bills that cause parents to shiver.
A card from your grandma that reads, “How are you?”
Turns into a bill that’s five months overdue!
So we all assume that our mailmen are good.
And don’t fight against them, like dogs know we should.
The mailmen keep turning our mail into bills,
Then pocket the money. It gives me the chills.
Today, on our walk, we spot one of these foes.
He’s holding his letters and scratching his nose.
He chants to a card sent from dear Uncle Lee,
And poof! It’s a bill for $3003.
Small Wizard Pup watches. I pull him away,
He won’t let me leave, for he knows we must stay.
He pulls his small wand out from under his collar,
Then barks out a spell, ending with a loud holler.
“Kazam!” he barks valiantly into the breeze,
The mailman’s tight pants fall right down to his knees!
I laugh just a bit but then tremble with fear,
The man smiles at me and then touches his ear.
He whispers some words; then he points right at me,
And poof! I become a small, scared bumblebee.
“Oh, please, let us go!” I buzz-buzz to my pup.
But Pup shakes his head, for he will not give up.
Then Pup casts a spell, and he fires it ahead,
The mailman just ducks, so it flies by instead.
The villain then chants as he taps his right hip,
Pup dodges the spell with a skillful back flip.
Their war rages on, and spells fly back and forth,
They land on the birds, in the trees, on the earth.
Then poof! goes one spell and two birds become rats.
Boom boom! Three small trees soon become “Welcome” mats.
The poor little birds! I buzz-buzz and feel sad.
But Pup is still safe, and for that I am glad.
Then Wizard Pup stops all his casting and chanting.
He wiggles his ears and starts heavily panting.
Oh Pup! Is he tired? Can he beat this bad man?
But Pup winks at me, for he’s thought of a plan.
Then out of the houses and from all around
Come dozens of pups, little dogs, and small hounds.
His spell must have called them and asked them to fight.
They charge at the mailman, teeth ready to bite.
That wicked mailman! He is not scared at all.
He smiles at my pup, and he keeps standing tall.
He wiggles his fingers, and stomps his big feet
‘Til dozens of mail trucks pull up to our street.
The battle is on, and it’s men versus dogs!
The mailmen strike first, and two pups become frogs.
The dogs start to whine, for they’re losing this fight.
Most dogs are not wizards. They only can bite.
The dogs try to charge but then poof and kazam!
Three more are soon turned into pieces of ham.
And now we are losing. I buzz-buzz and cry!
My pup looks defeated. He whimpers and sighs.
Then raising his wand, he howls loudly, “Arooo!”
And everyone pauses to see what he’ll do.
He chants to the sky, “A la bam! Mailmen cower!”
This spell, I can see, will take all of his power.
And next, purple gases fly into the sky,
They float down and hit each mailman in the eye.
And then, to my joy, the men all disappeared!
And, where they once were, fire hydrants appeared.
Then boom! Their spells break, and I’m suddenly free.
The hams become dogs. I’m no longer a bee.
The rats become birds, and two grateful small frogs
Are happy when they are turned back into dogs.
The mailmen’s bad spells are undone. We are free!
“My pup is a hero!” I shout out with glee.
Then all of the dogs eye those hydrants of red,
So sparkling and new in the street up ahead.
And, how can we blame them? They’re just dogs, you see.
They raise their legs up near the hydrants and pee.
Don’t pity those mailmen. They’re evil. It’s true!
They turn all our cards into bills that are due!
And now that you know of pup’s ongoing war,
You must help him to fight ‘til these men are no more.
Whenever your dog sees a mailman and barks,
You must let him out! Let him bite and leave marks!
It’s only when people and guard dogs unite
That we can defeat the mailmen in this fight.
