You have so many different types of dogs,
A stunning one hundred and one in all,
They lived in odd places, some liked bogs,
Before you came along, and made them your pals.
They sleep in their dog beds,
And jump in great bounds.
Cock a furry cute head,
And play all around!
But one day you thought,
You had one hundred dogs too many.
You should return them to where they were bought,
“Sure,” said your dad, “If you want, Danny.”
But then you decided, “Wait, I'll give them to my friends!
After all, they live just around the bend.”