BABY
I have a dog and Baby is her name
Looking in the paper I found her and into my life she came
She is big and white with big brown eyes
Unlike some people I know she never tells me lies
She would give her life for me no matter what the reason
Because all she has is love for me no matter what the season
She is very rare I'm told and that I have no doubt
Because she is a Kuvasz that not many know about
A kinder more affectionate dog I don't think I've ever known
Because no matter what she always has a lick for me when I get home
Sometimes if I'm feeling lonely or just a little down
I will just whistle for her and she will come around
Yes she is my best friend and of her I'm mighty proud
Even if sometimes her barking gets a little loud
When the day comes and she gets called to a better place
I will not only lose a good dog but my best friend and there will
Not be a dry spot on my face
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