A dog’s life
Does not depend on its birth
It could be born
In a house
Or on the dirt
Now the doggie is a pup
It's running around and it's broken a cup
“Naughty puppy! Don’t do it again!”
See, he’s not listening
HE IS EATING MY PEN!
Now the puppy is a big dog
He has torn my pillow
And broken a small log!
No matter how bad he is
He is my friend
And he will be with me, till the end.
He is kind
He is loyal
He is pampered
But not royal
He is naughty
He is smart
To find something
He does not need a map or a chart
He is faithful
He is trustworthy
His fur is golden
And his name is Timothy
It does not matter
Weather a dog is a pet or a stray
All that matters is he is happy and gay!
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