The Pooch That Loved To Ride
When wind is blowing in my hair
with one paw placed outside,
where we are going, I couldn’t care.
I’m the pooch that loves to ride.
With one paw placed outside
I love to watch the scenery.
I’m the pooch that loves to ride
and smell the fresh cut greenery.
I love to watch the scenery.
Feeling the air ruff my mane,
and smell the fresh cut greenery
as we go rolling down the lane.
Feeling the air ruff my mane,
I love a country drive
as we go rolling down the lane.
I am the dog that comes alive.
I love a country drive.
Where we are going, I couldn’t care.
I am the dog that comes alive,
when wind is blowing in my hair.
6/8/20
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2020
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