My Lap Dog
Casey has grown form a pup to my big Doberman
But he still thinks he is little and tries so hard to be small
When he will not fit on my lap it is hard for him to understand
And one treat is not enough it don't fill him at all
But at night it is still under the covers for him
For he is my Casey my baby puppy you see
He shines like a star or a rare gem
And he's my lap dog no matter how big he will be
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