Dogs running an playing,
On a bright autum day.
The tress are rustling in the wind.
Sun is out and shining.
I just happen to know one little dog.
He came up to me and started to play.
Each day, I come out he would play, day by day.
I could understand how he felt.
Because no other dogs liked him.
So I said you come home with me for awhile.
He perked up and smiled,
so I had me a new dog that day.
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