Her favorite recreation,
Without a day's vacation,
Or any hesitation,
To accept an invitation,
From the local population,
Of chatter-boxing squirrels.
She was like a copper penny,
An engaging dachshund pup,
Loving all her playthings,
But, oh, how she tore them up!
All the yard sale bears and rabbits,
All her friends with squeaky habits!
Her boundless animation,
Lifted spirits to elation,
This half-pint canine treasure,
Brought me greater pleasure,
Than any diamond ring or string of pearls,
Watching Copper Penny treeing all those squirrels!
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