Dogs do come and they do go,
I have got one you should know,
He wags his tail so high and quick,
Wanting for your face to lick,
He barks at those behind the door,
While running across the carpet floor,
Getting there he backs off a bit,
Waiting for us to answer it,
When all of us are going out,
He then begins to moan and pout,
He sleeps upon our bed at night,
Not stirring till the morning light,
His coat is black thick and curly,
His demeanor is cocky and surly,
No mistake that he is a French poodle,
"Cause he will eat anything but strudel.
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