Charlie my boy, oh Charlie my boy
twenty-five pounds of canine fun
you fill me, your a bundle of joy
I laugh to see you play and run.
Your legs are stocky and short
your coat is fluffy just like a lamb
when your sleeping, you tend to snort
sometimes you're quiet as a clam.
Eight years old  and full of vigor
you've replaced the guy we had
it's funny and I can't figure
why dogs can't live longer, it's sad.
So much love they give to all
with their antics and their love
there always at our brck and call
I think they were sent from Him above.
Charlie, your the greatest friend
wish you could live forever
cause you love, it will not end
never...never...never!