Where you go,
It's what I fear,
When you are not here,
That you should have fun,
Out in the sun.
Without your favorite Chlo,
Where do you go?
Yesterday you came back,
you had a small pack,
Things that had a smell,
I could tell,
With one sniff with my nose,
What you chose!
You came back with the smell of horse.
I was mad, of course.
What could be a greater force,
but I know they could love Chlo,
They just don't know,
Take me to school instead,
It will get me out of bed,
Stop that horsing around,
Bring me, the beautiful hound.


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