That dog with soulful eyes,
With claw-less set of paws,
With snowy fleece no flaws,
And free of fleas and lice.
That knows not barks but bleats,
That one you rear and own,
Your very pet alone -
Beware of what it eats.
For wolves abound the fields.
They prey about our yards,
And trash the bones in shards,
Then leave with all the yields.
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