Symphony
I saw a blur, across the floor,
Of ginger and of white.
It must be little Symphony
Who's just seen something bright.
Or something shiny, something fun-
She really doesn't mind.
She's got the whole room to explore
And leaves her Mum behind.
Sleep, it is for tortoises,
Not puppies, she believes.
The hours small are just the time
To want to go chase leaves.
Although I love my little one,
I'll not open the door.
She'd be halfway to Wayoway
Before I'd crossed the floor!
Yes, puppies are a trouble,
When eyes first open wide.
She wrinkles up her nose at me,
And I just melt inside.
Her little eyes are closing now,
She's curled up in my lap.
I'll turn the stone off quiet now
For she's surely earned the nap!
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