Bucky boy’ Bucky boy
He used to stay inside
But he got stinky
And mom’s face got pinky
So she said
“Take his bed
And out with it he goes”
Now that he is out side he goes
like a hose
And roams around
As free as a bee
We’ve had him for years
But now we shed tears
For the dog we had is no more
He was happy
and so were we
But now he is gone forever more
And always in our hearts we’ll hold
The memory of Bucky boy.
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