Fer ‘er sweet sake I’ve lain down on me trampoline:
No trees and posts an' all that sniffy game
Fer when a mutt ‘as come to know Maureen,
It ain’t the same.
There’s ‘igher things, she sez, fer dogs to do.
An’ I am ‘arf believin’ that it’s true.
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