Barking and scratching, stirring up trouble,
Teddy and Simon have spirit to spare.
They’re playful and lively, and full of fun,
I only wish they hadn’t as much hair.
Even though they aren’t the scariest pair,
They feign being fierce in true tradition.
Despite that they can’t see what is out there,
They bark and growl as if on a mission.
Teddy and Simon have one ambition,
To be the loudest in all the complex.
They bark and howl at all that pass by us,
Even against the strangest of objects.
Teddy and Simon, my very best buds,
Even though some rainfall is to them, floods.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC
Barking and scratching, stirring up trouble,
Teddy and Simon have spirit to spare.
They’re playful and lively, and full of fun,
I only wish they hadn’t as much hair.
Even though they aren’t the scariest pair,
They feign being fierce in true tradition.
Despite that they can’t see what is out there,
They bark and growl as if on a mission.
Teddy and Simon have one ambition,
To be the loudest in all the complex.
They bark and howl at all that pass by us,
Even against the strangest of objects.
Teddy and Simon, my very best buds,
Even though some rainfall is to them, floods.
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