My Dog, Spot

I have a white dog

Whose name is Spot,

And he's sometimes white

And he's sometimes not.

But whether he's white

Or whether he's not,

There's a patch on his ear

That makes him Spot.

He has a tongue

That is long and pink,

And he lolls it out

When he wants to think,

He seems to think most

When the weather is hot.

He's a wise sort of dog,

Is my dog, Spot.

He likes a bone

And he likes a ball,

But he doesn't care

For a cat at all.

He waggles his tail

And he knows what's what,

So I'm glad that he's my dog,

My dog, Spot.

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