My dog, who’s called Sam, is a big, playful pup
Who at six years of age, has never grown up.
Sam frighten a burglar? You’ve got to be joking –
He’d roll on his back and enjoy all the stroking!
Sam bark at the postman? Not likely for he
Is a friend to our Sammy, and also to me.
Sam chase away cats? Yes, Ginger next door,
But chasing off others is rather a bore.
Sam beg for a biscuit? Well, yes, he once tried
But fell over backwards – and oh how he cried!
Run after a ball? Yes, but I should do that,
For whilst Sam is slim I’m a little bit fat.
So, do you have a dog? Well what is he like? -
Though there are many, no two are alike.
If you’re looking for love, you’ll never get more
Than from your best friend, sat there on the floor.
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