This Dog will eat anything.

Apple cores and bacon fat,

Milk you pour out for the cat.

He likes the string that ties the roast

And relishes hot buttered toast.

Hide your chocolates! He’s a thief,

He’ll even eat your handkerchief.

And if you don’t like sudden shocks,

Carefully conceal your socks.

Leave some soup without a lid,

And you’ll wish you never did.

When you think he must be full,

You find him gobbling bits of wool,

Orange peels and paper bags,

Dusters and old cleaning rags.

This dog will eat anything,

Except for mushrooms and cucumber.

Now what is wrong with those, I wonder.