OLD DOG
To know which way the wide wind blows
My old dog lifts his knowing nose.
My old dog has a coat of black,
His eyes are brown and rather round.
He likes to roll upon his back.
His ears are long to catch such sound.
And sometimes when the world in dark,
He hears some sound and he will bark.
And sometimes he just likes to go
And stick his great nose in the air
And sense which way the breezes blow
And smell the scents from everywhere.
Hie eyes are brown and rather round.
His ears are long to catch each sound.
My old dog lifts his knowing nose
To know which way the breezes blow.
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