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by Scott Cole May 15, 2016 category : Nature, environment / nature
First thing every morning She lets her doggies out, Her five little puppies That seldom ever pout. The first little puppy Her name is Glow, Even at nightime Mama knows where she goes. So she's always happy For she never gets lost, Always asleep in her bed Before the morning frost. The second little puppy His name is Bright, The leader of the pack When their all outta sight. So he's always happy Cause he calls the shots, When to return home Or when they should not. The third little puppy His name is Shine, The cutest little puppy To give off a sunshine. So he's always happy Mama knows where he's at, Always the first one home On mama's welcome mat. The fourth little puppy Her name is Golden, The fairest skin color Mama ever has woven. So she's always happy Mama's pride and joy, Who's always escorted home By the older two boys. The last little puppy His name is Pitch, The runt of the litter With alittle small glitch. For he's never happy Until the sun lacks, The black sheep of the family Who mama calls pitch black. Five little doggies From mama's first litter, And each one is special In spite of their flicker.