My Best Friend
He listens to me
And I complain a lot
He cuddles with me
And enjoys tater tots
He looks at me and smiles
Even when he is sad
But he is my bestfriend
And loves my just a tad
He loves to run outside
And play with a ball
When he brings it back to me
And I laugh so much I fall
He loves to be in cars
And he loves to be in parks
When he sees a squirrel
He begins to bark
And on the way back
We stop for a treat
He eats all my food
And decides to lick my feet
He can always make me smile
Even when he begs
Because he is my bestfriend
Even though he has four legs
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