The Gardog

gardog

Don’t be confused by the name,
He doesn’t attack,
The Gardog is a friendly hound,
With a garden on his back.

He has soil where there should be fur,
And from it there grows,
Lots of vegetables and flowers,
And a massive rose,

Of bones and of biscuits,
He is a big fan,
But he really wags his tail,
When he sees a watering can,

If you see him walking,
Around the park,
Don’t pick his flowers,
Or he’ll whine and bark,

But like I told you,
He doesn’t attack,
He prefers to bury bones,
In the soil on his back.

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