Golden Poem by John I Nash

Golden is the color of this fellow.
Golden is his smile that makes me mellow.
Golden is his heart that has captured mine for all time.
Golden is his loyalty, in all his regal royalty.
Golden is his fur, soft to the touch, like no other this brother, this friend of mine.
Golden is the color of his soul, untouched by evil thought or deed, he is just what I need, and pure bred indeed.
My Bailey Boy is all that I need, Yes, my bailey Boy is all that I really need.