Sophie's Colors, in full

Here is the entire poem about Sophie's Colors.

Sophie’s Colors

Silly Sophie
Dog of russet red
She likes to pilfer
The covers off our bed

Funny Sophie
Her ears are umber brown --
They seem to stick out more
When I flatten them down

Sweetheart Sophie
She’s full of surprise
Intelligence lurks in
Her soulful brown eyes

Mischievous Sophie
Steals the purple-eyed bunny
When I run after her
She thinks it’s funny

Sophie’s collar
Is striped pink with a bone
If she wanders off
She’ll be brought home

Sophie’s nose is black,
Covered in damp dirt
Oh, no, Sophie, NO!
You’re rubbing my shirt

Sophie’s pink tongue
Gives the baby a bath
I would make her stop
But she’s making him laugh

Knock on orange door
Nobody is there
Except Sophie, who
Has grown tired of fresh air

Sophie’s muddy paws
On cream carpet don’t mix
So she covers her tracks
With some well-placed sticks

Sneaky Sophie
Surfs the counter stone gray
She swipes a napkin
And squirrels it away

Naughty Sophie
Prefers toilet water
To that in the silver
Steel bowl we bought her

Destructive Sophie
Shreds the bed in her room
Our carpet is strewn
With bits of maroon

Sophie’s whip-tail
Thrashes all in her wake
Slashing periwinkles
And making them break

Blue-eyed baby --
Sophie can’t resist him
He giggles when she
Thoroughly has kissed him.

Helpful Sophie
Does a job every night
She guards the slate stroller
And keeps it upright

Sophie from Africa
Can tolerate heat
Except dark gray tarmac
Scalds her tender feet

A wild rabbit plays
In grass, tall and green
Sophie bolts to chase him
But now he can’t be seen

Sophie the red dog
Races the stroller
Then she lies on the road
And wants us to hold her

Hey! Slow down!
Come back here, Sophie!
It’s a walk not a race
There’s no gold trophy

Old movies show
In black, white and gray
Sophie doesn’t mind
She prefers them that way

Tired Sophie
Stretches, straightens and shrugs
Then coils herself on
The mustard wool rug

Complex Sophie
Is quite a confection
Our red dog inspires
Trouble and affection