Plead as you might - she will not bite.
She will pick up a wiggly worm and feign to eat it,
Down milk to hear her tummy slosh for chuckles,
She will digest a worrisome quasi-candy,
Even throw a slobbery Frisbee for dog Knuckles.
Of all this there is not a woe,
Unless, of course, you serve her a wrinkled potato.
(photo: any resemblance to a messiah, is purely accidental)