• For good and bad times we have been through,
    You will always give me sweet moochies.
    When you go hopity-hop with my shoe,
    You try to regain my love with smoochies.
    She will wait for me to exit the bus,
    She is eager to greet me at the door.
    She is huffing at me with such a fuss,
    After a long day, her moochies' my cure.
    Saturday morning we go to the dump,
    We see deer and turkeys on our way there.
    We go to the lake driving over bumps,
    She aggrivates me by sniffing my hair.
    Her head out the window to breathe the air,
    Sitting on the back seat without a care.