Burt Poole (2/19/1923 - 5/16/2012 / North Carolina)
There’s a little guy at your house
whose as cute as he can be.
Not that he’s tall and handsome,
he’s no higher than your knee.
But when you see those dark brown eyes
and those ears with curly hair,
You want to hold him on your lap,
to show him that you care.
How many fellers do you know who have
the cute short tails?
Not very many, I would say, that’s
not the way with males.
But looks are just a little part of
why this guy’s so dear;
He sometimes sighs and chases flies, and seems
to have no fear!
He’s better than most kids I know,
‘cause he does just what he’s told.
And he’s smart enough when the weather’s
rough to come in from rain or cold,
And better yet, when his feet are wet,
he waits by the kitchen door
till someone wipes them dry again
before he hits the floor.
It is little wonder that this guy is one that you love so,
‘cause he’s in your home and he’s in your
heart and he comes when you call, “BO”.
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