I am so a proper doggy
I know my language well...

Her petals glisten with morning dew
It's such a fine sight to see...

We don't know forsure
So we can only guess...

Close all your eyes
And go to sleep...

He sits on his throne high above
And his Mighty name is God...

He dwells inside my head
The creator of my dreams...

There's a map to Heaven above
With each page white as a dove...

A nose knows a rose
Just by smell alone...

I'm quite a few years old
Alittle bent out of shape...

With the poems I write
The thoughts I choose...

It's not her happy tears that fall
Or even those excited ones at all...

Your mind is eating up memories
Which is feed three times a day...