An Old Lazy Dog
An old dog lay in the summer sun,
Much too lazy to rise and run.
He flipped an ear,
At a buzzing fly,
He wrinked a half~opened sleepy eye,
He scratch himself on an itchy spot.
As he dose on the pouch when the sunset was hot.
He whimpered a bit,
From force of habit.
While he lazily dreamed of chasing a rabbit.
But the old dog happily lay in the sun,
Much too lazy to rise and run.
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