Who know no ill of me, no they are not fools.
Given hearts so faithful, loving and true
Definitely not a cat, that spat,
But a wet nosed furry friend called dog, not hogs.
My pals call me to walk, the're not looking to talk,
They call me to play, the best part of day,
Thy call to feed, definitely not greed,
Now let's have a hug, you can share my rug.
My pals know how to croon at a pale new moon,
They love to bark and drive the neighbors stark,
They defend my house against every louse,
They know how to grin and they don't need gin.
Who would trade you, buddies of mine,
None would have you for a very long time,
And I do love you, without the crime,
Tho one thing I cannot share, is all the slime.
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