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My Old Dog.
My Old Dog.My old dog has never seen a throne,
He has never seen a King or Queen.
I know he would be happier with a bone,
Than with any royal person that I have seen.
My old dog leads a dog's life,
No invites to the palace for tea.
He does not even have a wife,
Just spends his time with me.
No royal comforts for this dog of mine,
Just a bowl for his water and feed.
Buckingham Palace can keep its shine,
For neither of us has a need.
To live in a palace or sit on a throne,
Would not suit my old dog or me.
I know he would sooner have a bone,
And for myself just a sweet cup of tea.
He has never seen a King or Queen.
I know he would be happier with a bone,
Than with any royal person that I have seen.
My old dog leads a dog's life,
No invites to the palace for tea.
He does not even have a wife,
Just spends his time with me.
No royal comforts for this dog of mine,
Just a bowl for his water and feed.
Buckingham Palace can keep its shine,
For neither of us has a need.
To live in a palace or sit on a throne,
Would not suit my old dog or me.
I know he would sooner have a bone,
And for myself just a sweet cup of tea.