My Little Willy
I hate it when it’s cold outside
I hate it when its chilly
In wintertime it’s hard to find
My precious little Willy
He slinks away to somewhere warm
And finds some place to hide
So long as it is cosy
He will snuggle up inside
Most mornings when we have a walk
He’ll shudder and he’ll shake
But should he spot a puddle
Then his little legs will quake
He stands stock still and will not move
The silly little pup
He will not budge a single inch
I have to pick him up
I love my little Willy and
It’s nice when he’s around
But, whenever it is cold out
He is nowhere to be found
Sometimes I think of getting
A dog that’s big and hairy
Until I do it’s sad but true
I’m lumbered with this fairy
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