It's Ruff
In the fashion of a puppy dog
I'll follow you around
And where you sit I'll come beside
And lie there on the ground
Nothing much I'd ask or want
I wouldn't make a sound
But if you look and I'm not there
Here's where I'll be found...
Inside your knitting basket
Asleep within the thread
You touched it so it smells like you
On your scent I've laid my head
Bring my favorite blanket
Should you come to check
It's the green moss guitar t-shirt
With the Bluebird on the neck
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