Puppy

Little Puppy

Little puppy, sitting there

In the field midst daisies fair,

Wary-eyed you look at me;

Are you lost ... or could it be

Someone put you in this place

All alone this world to face?


Soon the sun will fade from sight

And the day will turn to night.

You've no drink or food to eat;

Come, I'll take you home with me.

Little things need loving care,

Perhaps that's why God put me here.

~ Author Unknown ~



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