Dog
I start out very small
I cannot smell or see
But overtime these senses
I will gain gradually
After I learn to walk
It may be hard, but fun
To keep up with my mischief
And me when I'm on the run
I could grow to be many colors
Such as white, black, or brown
I could grow to be tall and slim
Or maybe short and round
I may be hard to handle
But I can guarantee
If you can depend on no one else
You can depend on me
I'll always be by your side
Full of loyalty and love
Afterall, my name spelled backwards
Is the same as the Lord above
If you haven't guessed by now
You've only yourself to blame
For I am obviously man's best friend
Dog is my name
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