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On Friday nights a melting pot,
descends upon the pub,
truck drivers, cockies, factory hands,
and workers from the scrub,
to mingle in the many shouts,
that see their glasses fill,
who leave before they’re entertained,
by workers from the mill.

The timber boys with blackened hands,
and sawdust through their hair,
throw their cheques upon the bar,
then drink without a care,
not one of them was impolite,
the opposite in fact,
but beer became their nemesis,
and quick they would react.

So, many leave the pub at night,
with blood upon their face,
while they who nurse a swollen hand,
rest at the coppers place,
‘mine host’ is left with his regrets,
knows what he’d like to do,
he’d like to ban the lot of them,
but they spend money too.

As one drifts on another comes,
to pull out from the saw,
the circuit is a common one,
for those who work and war,
this Friday night’s a first time here,
for one who’s name is Bob,
he’d like to celebrate with us,
his first week on the job.

“Whose is the dog outside?” was heard,
Bob quickly turned his head,
“It’s mine, the only friend I’ve got,
touch Cindy and you’re dead”,
there came no argument at all,
for the night was early yet,
but I thought it best I get on home,
before the ‘hour of regret’. 

Touch Cindy, touch Cindy,
touch Cindy and you’re dead.
Touch Cindy, touch Cindy,
keeps running through my head.

It was dark and after midnight,
when I heard the siren wail,
‘Hello,’ I thought, ‘It’s on again,
who’s ‘gunna’ need some bail’,
but then a sense of distance came,
they stopped out near the hill,
not the expectation of the pub,
more likely at the mill.

I saw a glow behind the blinds,
of course there was a fire,
then more sirens stirred the air,
there must be something dire,
I’m out of bed; back in my clothes,
and driving to the mill,
there’s lights of blue and lights of red,
plus further sirens still.

A pile of ash in smoke and steam,
is all that’s left to see,
with haggard faces looking on,
one cried hysterically,
she’s a witness to the scene,
when the caravan caught fire,
‘twas then I heard that it was Bob,
who perished in that pyre.

“He was safe,” she’s screaming out,
“Then frantically he cried,
as he rushed back into the van,
‘my mates back there inside!’
with his hand clasped to the collar...
I remember what Bob said,
when he warned us at the pub,
‘Touch Cindy and you’re dead’.

Touch Cindy, touch Cindy,
keeps running through my head.

Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2015




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I left my hometown and didn't much look back,
headed southward bound in my Cowboy Cadillac,
arrived at this store to grab me some snacks,
Yea, they're right about this town, of how it really attracks,

Yea, here in the town called Nashville, where the Grand Ole Opry's on TV,
They say it's the real deal, where upcoming singers need to be,
but I don't do much singing, 'cause the hound dogs howl at me,
though I sure hope it's worth bringing, my songs, for some to see,

I've got them on the internet, downloading them is free,
I haven't had any right connections yet, but I'm hoping patiently,
gonna find me country singer, try to pitch them a dog gone hit, 
like pitching a horseshoe ringer, you know you just can't quit,

Yea, here in the town of Nashville, where the Grand Ole Opry's on TV,
they say it's the real deal, where even writers need to be,
no, I don't do much singing, 'cause the hound dogs howl at me,
but I sure hope it's well worth bringing, my songs, for some to see,

Yea, here in the town of Nashville, where the Grand Ole Opry's on TV,
they say it's the real deal, where upcoming singers hope patiently,
Got some songs to pitch the singers, like me, they just can't quit,
like making a horseshoe ringer, knowing one of them could hit,

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Yea, here in the town of Nashville, where the Grand Ole Opry's on TV,
they say it's the real deal, where upcoming singers need to be,
Gonna find me a country singer, try to pitch them a dog gone hit,
like throwing a horseshoe ringer, knowing you just can't quit,

Yea, I left my hometown and didn't much look back,
headed southward bound in my Cowboy Cadillac,
arrived at this store to grab me some snacks,
Yea, they're right about this town, of how it really attracks.

Copyright © Lawrence Ingle | Year Posted 2009

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A dog is known for man's best friend,
spell it backwards, read it again.
When you do this you'll understand,
why they both go hand in hand.
A dog was created from up above,
this shows we are really loved.
He has four legs we have two,
the extra stand strong for me and you.
A famous name Rover,
he sits, heels, and learns to roll over.
Performs many tricks from day to day,
best of all is to obey.
He's always there honest and true,
gives himself to me and you.
You both become good pals,
even through all the howells.
Like a boy scout in many ways,
standing beside you all the days.
Remember dog is your friend,
backwards is love in the end.
                       Dog ~ God.

Copyright © Diane Pennestri | Year Posted 2016




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A green sweaty swampy land
Maybe no place for a man
But it is a home to many creatures
Such as our friend's the alligators

Now not so long ago,
In their steamy mysterious habitat
There was a fog so dim it almost made it black
and it had large limb's that hung low on the trees 
And each slim blade of grass went an inch above your knees

All gators that lived here
seemed to be very ornary and mean 
And it was considered ordinary
To attack their peers With bone crushing teeth

One could ask,
Why are they so mad?
But it's not their fault
It's just the way they were taught how to act
Ever since their speckled eggs hatched
And learned how to make their jaws snap
 
However, not all gators were like this
There was one who was filled with happiness
He wore a blue hat and a bright orange shirt
Everyone reluctantly called him Albert

Because Albert happened to be completely different
All the other gators kept him at an arm's distance
They called him names and spat in his face
But his joy just never seemed to fade

See Albert had a huge dream
His dream was to be with the humans
As they yelled and screamed
For the local school's winning football team

Out of nothing but sheer excitement,
Albert shared this with the others
But they all laughed even his brothers

So Albert decided right then
to not care about what anyone said
And to pursue his only dream
No matter how long or tough it may be

The next day Albert left that dreary swamp
On mission to prove the nay-sayers wrong
And when he left that dim fog grew so dark
You could not see or hear a big dog's bark

So he made his way to the nearby school
Where he saw not no one, not a single soul
Every building was empty
From the top to bottom floor
The all of a sudden, Albert heard a thundering roar
"Romp!, Stomp!, Chomp!, Welcome to the Swamp!"

He rushed to the football stadium
Where he was met with open arms
He finally felt accepted, safe from abuse and harm
So with his new friends, he rose up in exultation
His life was anew, he was the love of Swamp Nation

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2012

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Bow
Bow!
Before I growl
Make some noise, let me hear you growl
Bow!
Don't make me bark, don't make me growl
Whatever you start, you better finish now.
You a cranky little pig, you a sow
I'm the big bad wolf, I'll eat you now
I'm gonna huff and puff til you fall down.
Hey, you could make some pretty good bacon;
Get in the kitchen so I can strip you, naked.
Throw you in the oven, baking,
All this work I gotta do myself, slaving,
To cook good meat for myself, making,
Never have leftovers, no saving.
But not like the money in my account,
all them figures add up, count,
higher than on your fingers you can count.
And like the king vampire I am the count.
So fall on your knees, please me now
Bow!
Before I growl
Raise your voices, howl
To Me in the sky, howl
Bow!

Copyright © Alaska Brant | Year Posted 2015

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I met you in my garden
I introduced me as Buffy
How glad I met you
Since I don’t know what to do….

I prefer that you are my Life
But you made me fool
You met a new GUY 
You just waved your tail to me and gone.

I cried for you
Because I’ve got new one 
She is more beautiful than you
IN FACT she is your Mistress!!!!!! 

Copyright © Kethushan Aravinth | Year Posted 2015

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When I was a puppy
I used to run and play

15 years later
Now I sit and lay

I do not bark 
and I do not bite

I love going for walks
and I sleep all night

Take me for a ride
and I will sit and look

I only eat dog food
nothing from a cookbook

Buy me a leash
Buy me a toy

Give me some bones
and I will jump with joy

Copyright © David Materazzi | Year Posted 2007

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To My Favorite Golden Retriever Bo
(I adopted my sister's doggie after she died)


You're beautiful golden hair,
With a splash of gray on your face,
And so what if your fur,
Is all over the damn place.

If you gave me your coat,
I'd make it into a blanket.
I'd stay warm all night,
Without you I couldn't make it.

When your first mommy died,
You had crazy distractions,
For you lost your soul mate,
And you needed a connection.

So I swept you in my arms,
And gave you a warm bed.
We welcomed you with hugs,
As I slowly rubbed your head.

So my little family of four,
Turned to five overnight,
Oh how I prayed you'd love us,
And take away your fright.

Yesterday the vet came,
Your body is full of cancer,
It was all so very sudden,
I had questions needing answers.

So tonight you're here in my arms,
As I gently rub your ear,
And I think about you leaving me,
As I gently wipe a tear.

How will I know,
When it's the right time?
Time to make that terrible decision,
For you to close your eyes.

Your beautiful golden hair,
With a splash of gray on your face,
My love for you soars,
Right through time and space.

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015

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Hey Yo plaq is whack
Tell it to get back fast
Infact kick it out
With the arm and hammer
Then finish with floss
For the glits and glamour
Now you are the boss
Of your own teeth and gums
But Ill share my loss
So you'll never lose one


One day my tooth ached so bad I could weep
I recieved my first and last cavity
Oh how my mom and dad were mad at me
Because I didn't do what they asked of me
Now my sis and the whole class laughs at me
Cause all can I eat is easy mac n cheese
and no more sweets like sour patch kids for me
So Listen to your parents, jack and steve
Because you do not want to act like me
And end up with a toothless tragedy

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2012

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Trees of balance
Trees of life
That makes a man go mad
Makes him buy his own knife
Does terrible things to our little world
But, helps us notice the lost girl

Up on the hill
Lay's a shack
That holds a man
Weary, and shrill
Waiting to get his fill
Of magnets and moonpies
As he watches the red skies
He See's his father's eyes

There he can mes a time
When every man must lie
To keep his soul from getting dry
Even though someone might cry

Fly,
Me away from this show
Just let me go
To a different hole
In the wall
Take me,
To a different state
Like Ohio or Arkansas
I don't care if she might fall
That's not the first time I've had to make that call

There comes a time 
When every man must lie
To keep his soul from getting dry
Even though someone might die

If I had a dime
For every man in time
The world would be a different place
And have a different face
Take the mirrors of perception
To the cabin fever election
Don't wanna watch this show
Don't wanna watch this show
Just let us go

There comes a time
When every man must lie
To keep his soul from getting dry
Even though someone might get high

Oh, just let her go
To the magnetic snow
Let her feel
How America's real
Just let her play
In the field
Till she can stay
After dark
Walk in the glass park
Hear the black dogs bark

There comes a time
When every man must lie
To keep his soul from getting dry
Even though someone might fly
To the stars
Meet Jupiter and Mars
Just so he can lie
Just so she can fly away
Feeling okay

Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2016

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On a rainy day, I decided to read in the hotel’s lobby
There, I found no one, but I heard deep breathes
I thought it was my imagination, so I sat on a cozy red chair as I began reading "War and 
Peace"
But, the deep breathes did not stop, instead, it turned into heart breaking sobs
I looked around to see if there is someone sitting in the hotel's lobby with me...
But, there was nothing except for the drop drips across the window
Slowly, I stood up and walked towards the sound's source
Thus, my feet led me towards the hotel's main entrance
And there, I saw a dog sitting beside a black open umbrella...
I saw something dripping from the dog's face, but I was afraid to go closer to see if he is 
okay
Gently, I crept, gently, I sat beside the dog...
I looked at him to see him sobbing, yet looking at something I couldn't see
Then, he lay on the ground next to me, as he tried to wipe his tears with my jeans
I caressed his head as I tried to help
I waited for a while as I watched the drip drop
..
.
The sun began to shine on the borders of the land
And the dog stopped sobbing for a while
He stood up and looked at me; trying to ask me to follow him
As I was standing up, he held the umbrella and gave it to me
He gently barked to tell me to put above our hands
And so, we ventured into the rainy day's display as the dog led the way
Five minutes walk was all it took, for we stopped in front of a hospital
Once more, the dog barked as he looked at the black umbrella in my hands
I lowered it to him to see what he wants
It was then that I understood the dog's sobs, for it was a devotion to his friendly owner
On the black umbrella was a small tag that read the owner's name; "Sam Mathews"
I went into the hospital to ask for him and the nurse led me to his room
There, beneath the white sheets, lay an old man with a smile on his face
When the dog saw him, he ran to hug the old man as he sobbed once more

I left the room, thinking of the old man's brief story of what had happened;
"On a rainy day, I wanted to take my dog for a walk; suddenly I felt pain in my heart as I 
blacked out
 Then, I opened my eyes to find myself lying in this bed with a nurse beside me
 I asked for my dog, but he was nowhere near
 I had this black umbrella in my hand, but it must have fallen, and my dog must have stayed 
beside it waiting   for me to come..."
That dog is a loyal friend, for he waited, without food and water
For his nearest moment to see his friend...

Copyright © Sara Zahed | Year Posted 2009

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COMPANION

Countless hours, time no concern
Side by side, how much we’ve learned
Through ups and downs and thick or thin
We march together, new tales to spin

No longer a canter, your gait without pep
Rumors mills churning
Have you lost a step?
Senses diminished, speckles of white
Onward we push, onward we fight

Betrayal of age, the cycle of life
Sauntering quietly, causing much strife
Our hearts melded solid, our thoughts are as one
Losing the battle but war has been won

Not always together, at times on our own
Filling days with dreams we have grown
Dreams of nirvana, dreams of gold
Dreams spent together
Never get old

Someday I know our paths must part
Furry fellow dear to my heart
One knows a place where dreams come true
Side by side, just me and you

Copyright © GIDEON GREY | Year Posted 2013

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I woke up in the morning and wondered why I'm still here, life has never been good to me and left me so Heart Broken. I only want to be happy, is that too much to ask? So if there is a God up above, I really do need a hand. I step outside in the pouring rain, I already feel depresssed. So Mother Nature can feel my pain and thats why its raining for me. I know life is what I make of it, and believe me, I try my best, but once in a while I need a break, or the comfort of a valued friend. Hearts are meant to be broken, I know cause I lived through it all, but hearts take time to mend from the pain, depending on how it was broken. My life was full of trauma, a time I would not want to go back to, but now I have an adorable dog and her daughter, who help me heal. My heart is still broken from the past, but now it is slowly healing. My furry friend will be my comfort, when I feel so lost and alone. Nobody should ever feel lonely and lost, cause when you need a friend they are always there...even if its your dog or any other kind of pet. They are very therapeutic at times, when the darkness seems to haunt you. Anytime I need a friend, my pets are close within reach. They will not let me cry for long, cause they're on my lap and licking me. I have to smile at them, and show them I am okay, cause if I don't they get sad too, and that is something I would never want them to suffer. So if you have ever been Heart Broken, find yourself a furry friend. They will be there whenever you need them, and cheer you up, when you are feeling down. I thank God for giving me my dog, because of her I also have her daughter. God does work in mysterious ways, and sometimes I am too stubborn to wait, but God has aleays been there, and he hurts along with me too.

Copyright © Tina Hoffman | Year Posted 2012

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Tonight I'll talk too much and try to and complicate my friends.
Distant conversations, eye contact only now and then.
I try and drown myself in futile disbelief,
Only to be washed ashore by truth here on my computer screen. 

The monsters hand held out, hung me by my own beliefs.
I held on tight, surviving by the skin of my teeth.
I raised my head up high and took a look into your eyes,
Searching for light I embarked into my own demise.

I gave you what you want in hopes that it was what you need
Tread the ground barefoot so all the blisters bleed.
The dog he's only learned to love and stay,
But he wants to get away, he needs to get away. 

Now you know I've found a place to hide,
Got to run somewhere, leave you, girl you know I've tried.
I'm stuck reviewing the memories of our yesterday,
But I want to get away, I need to get away. 

Walking the forest whispering to all silent trees.
I can feel the change, and relate to all falling leaves. 
The world bears down and my legs won't seem to stand,
'Guess I'm just arrogant, too stupid to see I've done all that I can. 

I gave you what you want in hopes that it was what you need
Tread the ground barefoot so all the blisters bleed.
The dog he's only learned to love and stay,
But he wants to get away, he needs to get away. 

Now you know I've found a place to hide,
Got to run somewhere, leave you, girl you know I've tried.
I'm stuck reviewing the memories of our yesterday,
But I want to get away, I need to get away.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

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The dogs can see the dreams like we,
They can get fright, their tales have power,
They want for spring, they want to free
Flirtation like a bloom of flower.
Expecting happiness of them
They want it so; they wish its glory,
They look in eyes with hope, oh, damn,
Outside’s bad weather, time to worry,
Don’t make them stay behind the door,
Just pet them in undying caress,
They want to ask themselves, what for?
They want some words without your malice.
They need some verse, some cradle songs
And love of yours in daily hurry,
Just love, don’t be like solid stones,
They wait, they want, be careful, body.

Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2017

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DOGS GO BY

Dogs go by
Barking their backs
That is water picture in feelings.

People go by,
Jolting their images
That is water picture in knowing ourselves.

Now my thoughts go by
One generation to another
That is the wisdom, knowledge, from one another.

Sucking long, sucking deep
I node once and again, on and on
Leave our difficulties, later on_
Take them in sharing; deep
That is love from God, unity before one another.

Copyright © Abed Anthony | Year Posted 2015

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You can teach an old Dog a new trick

But

The Dog will do its old tricks more 

Because 

It knows them better


25/08/08 (c) 01:44Hrs

Copyright © Tallan Bent | Year Posted 2009

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Upon the wall it's hanging there       When I am bored I often stare     Done in reds, browns and various hues      It often picks me up when I have the blues    It's not three dimensional but quit square     Filling the space which would otherwise be bare      On the front depicts the view of a man and his dog sled team in rows of two      Perhaps it's the memories from whence it came    That brings me such joy and is to blame     For the many hours spent gazing       Upon my tapestry with the midnight sun blazing!

Copyright © Catherine Trout | Year Posted 2014

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Your dog don’t love me no more.
He done dragged my boots out the door.
What he do that for? He don’t love me no more.
Biting his fleas and just staring at me.
Does he know about her? Does he know about her?
He done chewed up my hat, just go figure that.
Does he know about her? He must know about her.
Did he smell her perfume on my clothes? 
Could that be how he knows?
He must know about her. He don’t love me no more.
His tail don’t wag and that’s really a drag.
He don’t love me no more. He don’t love me no more.
If he was to talk, I’d for sure have to walk.
He must know about her. He don’t love me no more.
When I come around, all he does is growl.
I’ll bet he can tell, I've been on the prowl.
He don’t love me no more. He don’t love me no more.

Copyright © Russell Smith | Year Posted 2013

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I ‘m blue like a tick on a hound
the laugh has gone can’t be found
if anyone sees my laughing little dog
Run him home I’m feel’n so blue
the laughter has left the house
all that stirs is some old mouse
The laugh has gone can’t be found
I feel so blue like a tick on hound
I know I’m howl’n like a hound
if anyone sees my laughing little dog
Run him home I’m feel’n so blue
when laughter lives your house so will you
the laughter has left the house
the laugh has gone can’t be found
I ‘m blue like a tick on a hound

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2016

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Last night 

there were many stars.

They were reflected on snow

and one foolish  homeless dog.

very much wanted  to catch them.

But only snow-flakes flew and flew,

and the moon shone, as an indifferent lamp.

The dog barked - 

He very much wanted to catch a star

and warm up his paws. 

Copyright © Dina Televitskaya | Year Posted 2008

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I'm sitting on my front porch stepp
Me my brew my dog named Shepp
Watching all the lovely people driving by 

Some even stop just to talk to me
Others drive by thinking I don't see
Some on the phone just like they're at home
All of them so scared to be alone

I'm sitting on my front porch step
Me my brew my dog named Shepp
Watching all the lovely people driving by 

If I had my way I'd just 
Make them smile
Just to make them happy each, and every mile
Just to make their journey seem, worth their while

I'm sitting on my front porch step
Me my brew my dog named Shepp
Watching all the lovely people driving by 
People driving by

Copyright © peter lewis | Year Posted 2008

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Old dead dog  lies in the street.

Why?  What has killed her?

Famine, cold or cruelty?

She wants nothing now,

She does not dream about anything. 

How much she had of grief and sorrow.  

But how much she gave to her owner

of love and help! 

Now the old dead dog lies in the street. 

But why don’t people take off their hats?

Copyright © Dina Televitskaya | Year Posted 2007

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I am my mums' 
little jolly roger dog, 
have 4 legs ones' broke, 

I often forget the pain I'm in 
off on a tandem I'll go 

I have good days 
when I feel gay 
run and fro lick 
like I used to play 

my mum has me on medication, 
had to date two operations, 

But what am I to do? 
mum has short end all my walks 
to limit strain, and ongoing pain 

on short walks now, we see the locals, 
exchange our how you dos' 
other exciting things include 
sniffs and smells I stop to do 
doggy dos, 

limitations now run rife, 
the cookie jar is my daily highlight, 

the vet has done all he could, 
except for a leg made of wood, 

I'm on new medication 
natural muscle replacement 
if I could get this leg stronger 
I could go on walks longer 

eight years ago I adopted mum 
she liked me from the start, 
she like the way I stuck up for myself 
she knew that I had spark, 

an SPCA puppy, dumped in a sack 
there I was left for dead 
my life hanging by a thread 

I am a cross bred moggy 
my mum is my best friend 
I'll love and protect her 
loyally til the very end 

I'll always be at her side 
her hairy handsome boy 
even without all my legs 
my loyalty for her 
no one can destroy 

Life is not too boring, but now a little slow 
I don't feel crippled, sometimes, miserable 
I definitely don't feel baron, 
as long as I have my master 
my mum, my best friend, my sharon 

Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2007

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I yearn for a dog.
Can you understand me?
I want to hear its barking
And to see its tail and ears.
I seem to become older
With every passing day,
And my dog
Is walking somewhere without me.
How we could play together!
I would teach her different things,
And we could win some prize
In some competition.
:In the evening I make
A beautiful little rug for her.
I yearn for a dog,
Please, let me have one!
 

Copyright © Dina Televitskaya | Year Posted 2007

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Does anybody want a treat?
Savory or bittersweet?
Come in from the street 
For something to eat
Does anybody want a treat.

Does anybody want to play?
And have a lot of fun today?
Fetch me a stick 
Or do me a trick
Does anybody want to play.

Does anybody want to run
Underneath the blazing sun?
Does anyone
Want to have fun
Does anybody want to run.

It's dark! Are we ready for bed?
Laid out on the bedspread!
Wearing a smile
And heaped in a pile
Is anyone ready for bed.

Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2018

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MISSSter Buttons, 
	with the butt-butt-buttiest butt
MISSSter Buttons, 
	that run-run run-around mutt.

He loves to lick you in the face
He'll follow you to outer space
He'll bark at someone at the door
He'll mess the carpet or the floor, Oh!

MISSSter Buttons,
	with the butt-butt-buttiest butt
MISSSter Buttons, 
	that run-run run-amuck mutt.

Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2017