I had a little puppy
that ate a lot of meat,
he ate so much he couldn't stand
on his own four feet.
The little puppy's eye's,
told me that he was full.
They were bulging out their socket's,
at my pant leg he began to pull.
I wondered what he was trying to say,
looking up at me so grim.
I guess he didn't want anymore from the buffet,
he was full to the brim.
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