Old DogOld Dog waits, Her head on her paws, The teeth are long gone, From her gummy old jaws.Old Dog
Her legs don't quite work, She can no longer play, She'd go fetch the ball, She liked it that way.
When the car rolls up She rolls to her feet, She limps to her owner, Her tongue set to greet.
She'd love to jump up And lick his old face, But he walks down the pathway And Old Dog can't keep pace.
He's brought something home, Something loud and quick, Something furry and yappy, And it's chasing a stick.
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