I'm dreaming of slow squirrel
One I could catch and make my toy
Or a lovely shoe
That I could chew
Would add greatly to my joy
I'm dreaming of a dog biscuit
Tall as a house and twice as wide
Little toys that squeak
And kids that shriek
And huge bones made of rawhide
I'm dreaming of a huge buffet
With all the plates at table's edge
Grabbing hefty portions
Of people rations
Before they go in the fridge
I'm dreaming of a long walkie
One where I choose where I will go
Greeting doggie friends
Sniffing both ends
Our tails wagging to and fro
I'm dreaming of a soft pillow
All to myself and end of day
Where I snore the evening away
Storing energy for doggie play�.
Copyright 1996 Dogmama and Detroit Download Central
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