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My dog, who’s called Sam, is a big, playful pup

Who at six years of age, has never grown up.

      Sam frighten a burglar?  You’ve got to be joking!

      He’d roll on his back and enjoy all the stroking!

 

Sam bark at a postman?  Not likely for he

Is a friend to our Sammy, and also to me.

     Sam chase away cats?  Yes, Ginger next door,

     But chasing off others is rather a bore.

 

Sam beg for a biscuit?  Well, yes, he once tried

But fell over backwards – and oh how he cried!

     Run after a ball?  Yes, but I should do that,

     For whilst Sam is slim I’m a little bit fat.

 

So, do you have a dog?  Well what is he like? -

Though there are many, no two are alike.

      If you’re looking for love, you’ll never get more

      Than from your best friend, sat there on the floor.

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