This is not a Spring egg hunt
Or gifts under a tree,
It is a true treasurer,
you placed only for me
There is no surprise
In the morning and evening,
Like clockwork I know
Exactly what you are leaving
No matter the weather,
In the rain or the snow
While trimming the grass
I find it when I mow
Loving you so dearly
I gather and scoop
Not every day because
It’s dog sh!t, just poop