My little seven fur Butts can be very crazy
No matter rather they are crazy, they are brilliant
Ever so cute and lazy
When training, pumped up energy can make them resilient
When they aren't running, they are cuddling
Soft fluffy fur, all rolled up in a ball
The sound of the leash, gets them hustling
Now racing on the trail, them giving it their all
When they're not running or cuddling, they're howling
They howl and howl till we can't stand in no more
Finally our to release some energy, they do it by prowling
Sometimes they do crazy things I've never seen them do before
Even though they are as loud and crazy as anything can be
They're the one thing I love to hold in my memory
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Unknown Necessities - Poems
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