Park Samaritan - Poem by Albert Price
Resting in the park one day,
I saw a cuddly little mutt.
He looked like he came a long way
And was suffering for an empty gut.
I offered him a moist hambone,
Which he very politely took.
And soon he was gone to find
Comfort in some suitable nook.
Off he went down a trail
To find a soft spot for his meal.
The wag of his lively tail
Was more than a thanks could reveal.
In a spell he gingerly returned—
To show me his spirits were higher.
And with a friend his gift had earned,
A beautiful silky-furred admirer.
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