Do everything she wanted to
She'd lay in place, a furry log
Until the mailman was in view;
She'd run around with fur afire
And bark and make an awful mess
Then suddenly begin to tire
And flop herself in homelessness.
She'd jog on down the road, then stop
And sniff the center of the street;
She'd chase a squirrel--and then she'd drop
Everything to come and greet
My wife and I. So if she spent
Her days like this, what's different?
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