mypal

MY PAL

I have a little puppy,
And every day he walks with me.
When I get tired I rest awhile,
And he stops and lifts his leg to pee.

He isn't bashful about his toilet,
For it's a natural thing to do.
He loves me oh so very much,
For he knows that's natural too.

I pat him on his little head,
And scratch his little back.
He even wants to sleep with me.
In my bed or my old nap sack.

I can't imagine what life would be,
Without my puppy at my knee.
He shows me love when I am sad.
He licks my hand and that ain't bad.

He talks to me when I come home,
And tells me about his day.
He even scolds me for being late,
Then scurries off to his favorite place to lay.

Now where on earth could you find a pal,
That loves you as he does me?
He'd have to be an angel,
And that is what he is to me you see.

By L. M. Willson©

Used With Permission

Visit Les's Web Site

OLD LES IN TIME