Self

I hear the sound 
But feel no bark 
Surely profound 
But a poor start 

Let me pet you
Dear good boy 
Let me stroke you 
Bring me your toy 

I see the spots 
You must think you are big 
Chained up knots 
And only a stick 

No, I am hardly your friend 
But I will be kind 
Little big man wins 
But not all the time