I saw a dog
Shivering in the fog
It was so cute
When it was dancing to the music of flute
It was following me
For a cup of tea
It was shaking its tail
To escape from hail
It was following my way
Because it did not know which was his way?
It was so small
And it was going to fall
It was eating a wood
Because it was starving from food
That dog was stinking
And dirty
And I was feeling very pity
When I turned I saw the dog was lost
And I was worried about the past
My mother said me to move on fast
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