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EINSTEIN THE DOG
I have the greatest dog
Of course Einstein is his name
You might wonder why
He’s so smart he deserves his fame
When I tell my brother
To pick his socks off the floor
I tell him Mom said
But it’s like talking to a door
I tell Einstein to sit
To roll over, fetch, or stay
He does what I want
Because he’s sort of smart that way
My brother barely knows
How to use a knife or fork
He’s not really sure
That bacon is a kind of pork
Einstein is the bestest
And of course, he’s got some smarts
My bother just laughs
As he stands there, he smiles, and *****
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I found myself musing that sisters probably like the family dog better than their brothers... sometimes.
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