Our furry friends are very dear
We love them so much
People think we’re queer
Doing everything to make them happy
It’s doesn’t matter people think we’re whacky
Our furry friends keep us sane and whole
Providing for them is our goal
We bend, we beg, we love, we please
Our dear little friends intoxicate our hearts with ease
Thank the heavens for their love
Their very presence sends our hearts above
A soothing balm to the soul
Their being in our lives we do extol!
They are our dearest family members, yes they were wild once long in the past. we love them and they feel that, if they could talk it would be to say "More Please."
Budd
They can't talk, so what would they say about us and how we treat them if we allowed them to?
Ron