A pet song
I go chained
to the Control of my boss,
Not at all
a Loss, but a free pass ;
Excited going out, not petty excitement;
On the pruned grass,
jump and play, sheer ‘petcitement,’
On the carpet like, picking up cards, cast bones,
Bits of paper, I am patted by my boss,
Walking down further by the River,
By the floating and gurgling water
Stay a while! peace
be with my boss
canines , my fellow pets, abound in
groups
slow by
noon ,rays of Sun straight beams
on our face ,
a warm sun bath to gloat
across.
Back home, my boss runs after me,
With his chain of rope tied to me.
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