We have to keep him he followed me home
Little Larry came in using a wet puppy as an umbrella
He’s starving, he loves me, he is such a good fella
Where did you find him? He smells like wet dog
Behind Brewster’s woodshed, next to their hog
He is hungry, maybe starving, he needs a new home.
His mother said he also needs a bath and a comb.
We have to keep him, Little Larry argued, he followed me home.
In your arms, above your head? Asked his big brother Rome.
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