I rush downstairs, my heart is light,
A puppy\'s cry, it filled the night.
My feet fly fast, my hopes are high,
To see a wagging tail nearby.
But as I near, my joy deflates,
No puppy waits, no furry face.
Instead, my mom is singing loud,
\"The lion sleeps,\" she sings so proud.
I pause and stare, my smile is gone,
I miss the sound I thought upon.
No little dog, no yips, no barks,
Just mom, with songs that miss the mark.
I sigh and laugh, but deep inside,
I still wish for a puppy’s cry.