Treats
I have a dog named buddy
He is surely mans best friend
More like my best buddy
That’s what I call a friend
He sleeps in his own bed
And plays when he’s excited
When seasons change he’ll shed
At meal time he’s delighted
He likes to chase my kitty
But you see it’s just a game
There is nothing to pity
And no-one is to blame
He shares his dish with cats
And lets them have their way
I give them all some pats
Then let them out to play
When I whistle they come running
With them I have no worry
Unless they have fun sunning
They will just not hurry
But if I double whistle
It lets them know to come
And if they listen to that whistle
They know I’ll give them some
“Treats”
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