They Call Me Abner
I take a stroll down the lane
and saunter slowly back again
lounging lazily in the shade
I realize I have it made
What's that?...
I hear my name
Someone's calling from inside
I'll ignore it and just hide
The trees, the birds are in my view
the horizon is such a pretty hue
Well, it's getting late
and my tummy is empty
I think it's time I go inside and see
What kind of dinner is ready for me.
Stretch, yawn
I'm at the door,
It swings open, I look up!
My special someone scoops me up
and sighs
"Oh, It's my Abner!"
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