My dog growls as a rabbit scurries by,
Haunches tense, ready to pounce—
When a bright flower catches his eye.
How fiercely he wrestles it,
How he twirls, proud.
My dog growls as a rabbit scurries by,
Haunches tense, ready to pounce—
When a bright flower catches his eye.
How fiercely he wrestles it,
How he twirls, proud.
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