As parents their favourite child ever bother,
And oftner than needs keep on calling by name,
A way safe and same,
Does our heavenly Father;
Each of us wants to be
His favourite;
And when His gestures to call us we see,
We do answer without delay,
By that must rite;
Every dog has its day.
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