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The Wise Old Dog
The family Sunday dinner, it was spent
In all six family members were present
The dog ending its begging at the table
A favourite for tip bits, was Aunt Mable
But as dinner's over it’s time to scarper
To get away from Uncle Bert, the farter
Who blamed it on the dog, so un-fairly
A dog that never farts, if so, was rarely
Looks at Uncle Bert. he knew the score
Has now sneaked, out of the back door
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