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My Dog's, Jessie And Mollie
Now we got Jessie 7 years ago,
And Mollie, we got at four,
They are lovely pets, to me,
But I really don't want more!
Now Jess, she's such a lady,
And she loves to loll about,
But Moll is such a pain,
Of that there is no doubt.
They keep me company, I can't deny,
And I love those dogs to bits,
But they drive me up the ruddy wall,
And cause me screaming fits!
Mollie torments Jessie,
And Jessie walks away,
She mostly wants to have a rest,
While Mollie wants to play!
Mollie gets away with murder,
For Jessie's such a compassionate girl,
But when she's had enough,
Her tail begins to curl.
Then they have a stand up fight,
Well, maybe just a little or two,
And when Jessie gets a cob-on,
Mollie doesn't know what to do.
So then they start to make up,
And Mollie know's full well,
That when she goes too far…
Jessie gives her sheer hell!
© Catherine Inglesby 1998
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