My dog is black
What do you think of that?
His breath is smelly,
And I rub his belly.
My dog is back there.
He follows me everywhere,
Like my shadow.
Such a loyal fellow.
George is my dog’s name.
He’s becoming quite insane.
He said, “Bite my ear.”
He said he had no fear.
But George’s ear tastes foul.
I bit it just now.
The moral to the tale is this.
A dog’s request you should
resist!
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