Goes
to and fro,
The
sweetest thing,
You
ever saw.
His
eyes are big,
And
tender and moist,
His
fur is fine,
With a
silky shine.
His
trot is brisk,
With a
rod straight spine,
But
when he plays,
Even
children run.
He
makes me laugh,
He
does he does,
And
fills our home,
With
joy untold.
He
loves to chew,
To
bite and gnaw,
But
knows what’s right,
And
wrong to bite.
He’s
small and cute,
But oh
so strong!
And
what a Brave!
When
he meets a foe.
He
chases his tail,
Barks
at his shadow,
And
can be altogether,
A
rather silly pet.
He
loves his chain,
For it
means a walk,
But
hates his bath,
Like
the mutt he is.
Of
whom do I speak
With
so much pride?
But
Bruce the great,
Who’s
so much FUN!!!!!!
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