I was only,
A tiny,
Third-grader...
Got a new dog,
De-nom-in-ator...
A good pup,
She was,
Truth be told,
But things she did,
Got to get old...
She'd hide under things,
Don't ask me why,
Hide under stuff,
Regardless of size...
Yes, being below,
Her favorite thing,
"Denominator on bottom!"
I heard her sing...
Under the bed,
When I came home,

I called her,
She barked,
"Leave me alone!"
I tried, and tried,
To pull her right out,
Pulled her tail,
Yanked her snout!!!
One day I came home,
What did I see,
She'd braided her fur,
Into three-hundred-three!
Now she was happy,
Not a drop sad,
Being below,
Made my dog glad,
"Oh Denominator, Denominator,
You're so silly like that,"
I laughed,
And told her,
To put on a hat,
To hide the number,
303,
She whimpered and cried,
Looked up at me,
Sad puppy eyes,
Poor puppie's pout,
"Denominator on bottom!!!"
Is what she did shout!