Find them good homes is the
answer, it's clear,
But the only good home that
mine wants is right here.
Their own special sofa, covered
with hairs
They all cut their teeth
on the diningroom chairs,
The safe and familiar paths
of their days
The garden, the outing, their
own funny ways;
That only I know.....and
even their food
If not given by me, wouldn't
taste half as good.
So now I'm deep in old ones,
who're not good at all
Who clutter the sitting room,
kitchen and hall,
Who need to be brushed, to
be walked, to be fed,
Who only want me to put them
to bed!
They're faithful and loving
and set in their ways,
So I'm stuck with them all,
for the rest of their days,
But I have to confess that
when we do have to part
I'll miss them so much....it
will just break my heart.
(author unknown)
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