Brown pig tails waving in the wind,
Pink Skechers hitting the street,
Little girl with one big smile,
Her small hand clutching a treat.
The suns shine bright upon Kirby,
As she runs down the little lane,
Eager to throw a ball and hug,
To her friends Dave and Adelaine.
The blue jeep she greets with a smile,
As she reaches the shaded front door,
Then ringing the brass bell quickly,
The door opens up just for her.
The pups, they come to the threshold.
And she feeds them a crunchy snack,
Watching each crumb be devoured,
Proud of how she acquired that.
Tennis balls flying in blue skies.
Wet tongues waving in a cool breeze,
Little girls and her neighbor dogs,
Happy as they all will please.
Pink Skechers hitting the street,
Little girl with one big smile,
Her small hand clutching a treat.
The suns shine bright upon Kirby,
As she runs down the little lane,
Eager to throw a ball and hug,
To her friends Dave and Adelaine.
The blue jeep she greets with a smile,
As she reaches the shaded front door,
Then ringing the brass bell quickly,
The door opens up just for her.
The pups, they come to the threshold.
And she feeds them a crunchy snack,
Watching each crumb be devoured,
Proud of how she acquired that.
Tennis balls flying in blue skies.
Wet tongues waving in a cool breeze,
Little girls and her neighbor dogs,
Happy as they all will please.
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