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Bimbo
A long time ago we had a pet, his name was Little Bimbo
He came to us all bald and crying, his mother he didn’t know.

Our dad had bought him from some kids, who were trying to kill him to eat.
They had killed his mother before, and now they wanted this baby for meat.

Our dad was a strong sailor and it was before the quarantine laws.
He threw the children money, and grabbed the baby’s paws.

Bimbo came to live with us, he lived inside a fireside oven.
You may think we would eat him, but no. it was the warmth that it did govern.

Bimbo grew and played with us like a little brother or sister.
He would hide inside our jumper, if he didn’t like a strange mister.

One day poor Bimbo trapped his tail, it was really quite a shock.
Especially when the vet said, "The rest of it was also for the chop."

Poor Bimbo was now accident prone, his balance he had lost.
He fell into a thorn bush one day and now his sight was lost.

The vet was upset, but not as much as we were on that day.
Our little pet monkey Bimbo was taken far away.

Our mum tried to pretend he was being looked after. and that he was well
We knew the truth when the vet came round, and returned  Bimbo’s little Bell.

©~GG~ 2012

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