there was a little dog the poor chap was blind
he was very gentle and very very kind
this it didnt stop him he still had his smell
where ever he was going he could plainly tell.
he would use his nose when playing in the park
find his own way home when ever it was dark
he could sniff his food when it was time to eat
pull it with his paws to enjoy his little treat.
the little dog was clever a clever dog was he
happy and content all though he coudnt see
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
there was a little dog the poor chap was blind
he was very gentle and very very kind
this it didnt stop him he still had his smell
where ever he was going he could plainly tell.
he would use his nose when playing in the park
find his own way home when ever it was dark
he could sniff his food when it was time to eat
pull it with his paws to enjoy his little treat.
the little dog was clever a clever dog was he
happy and content all though he coudnt see
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