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My Puppy Dog.

I found you at the Saturday Market,

I knew at once that you would be my pet.

Your big brown eyes looked longingly at me,

It was you my Puppy Dog that I took home with me.

You want me to play with you all of the long day,

I have to work hard you know to earn my pay.

When I come home from my hard days work,

To play and cuddle with you I will not shirk.

When I go to my bed late at night,

 You will come with me much to my great delight.

In the morning as I get out of my bed,

Your cries of delight go straight to my old head.

What will I do when you want to play?,

I must go to my job of work to earn my pay.

When I come home you will me greet?

Your cries of welcome are ever so sweet.

You will be long with me by my side. I will always find you when you try to hide.

You are my pet and my pet you will always be.

I will not look for another pet as long as you are with me.

Bernyboy.