Uncle Sammy
Once long ago
In the streets of Atlantis
I lived next to
A natural born dog whisperer
The Pied Piper of dogs
The neighbourhood dogs
Followed uncle Sammy everywhere
Every time when he went
To go and chop wood
He was safe in the forest
With all our dogs
Rumour has it he could speak dog
How cool was that?
No unwanted guests ever came uninvited
The dogs he owned felt spoiled
That he could do their bidding
Tricks you name it
Oh, uncle Sammy the wonder
Of the streets of Atlantis…
Copyright © Phatt Matt | Year Posted 2017
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