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My Dog
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I?d never hurt my little dog,
But stroke and pat his head;
I like to see the joy he shows,
I like to see him fed.

Poor little dog?he?s very good,
And very useful, too,
I?ll never vex or tease him, then,
As children sometimes do.

But I will give him milk to drink,
A fire to make him warm,
A bed to lie on, when he sleeps,
And keep him from all harm.

And when I need a kindness done,
Perhaps, some future day,
Like these good dogs we?ve read about
My labor he?ll repay.