Pupppyhood

Feet I have many
They hold up my body
I need them in order 
To move... I can tell.
Sometimes galumphing
And many times falling
I scurry along,
Although not very well.

Ears are so funny
They flop on my face
And make me look silly
When I try to run.
The tongue is my favorite,
Hanging there, dripping,
With drool I created
By just having fun.

Here is a butterfly
There is a leaf
And way, way up there
Are some birds flying south.
Some grass, and a beetle
Some pine cones, a stick
No clue what they are,
But I want them in my mouth.