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Poodle
Oh my sweet little poodle
how I love when you beg for my noodle
as you let me stroke you
and roll over to give me a better view.
I love your husky bark
and the sounds you make in the dark
yes the way your sweet neck looks collared
or how excited you get after I've hollered
as you lap up my sweet sticky treat,
as you balance your tiny body on your feet.
Yes you are my favorite pet by far
how lovely you look when we drive in the car,
knowing the nasty things you'll do
when master comes home to you.
how I love when you beg for my noodle
as you let me stroke you
and roll over to give me a better view.
I love your husky bark
and the sounds you make in the dark
yes the way your sweet neck looks collared
or how excited you get after I've hollered
as you lap up my sweet sticky treat,
as you balance your tiny body on your feet.
Yes you are my favorite pet by far
how lovely you look when we drive in the car,
knowing the nasty things you'll do
when master comes home to you.
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