  A wee little girlie aged scarcely six One day watched her mother playing with Trix, A cunning French poodle that oft got a kiss Belonging by rights to this dear little miss. She was jealous of Trix curled up on the lap Of her lovely mother where SHE wished to nap. So she sat very still while she gave a big sigh And questioned her mother "How soon do dogs die?" The mother replied as she petted Trix's ears, "They rarely live longer than nine or ten years." "Oh, goodie!" cried Girlie. "In six years next May |
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