An old brown dog came in,
with grey hair's on his chin,
i thought to pass the time of day,
but he didn't want to play,
putting his head upon my table,
there was a twinkle in his eye,
before i could move, before i was able,
off he ran, with my hot meat pie,
I started to give chase,
a grin, i saw upon his face,
as he went through the door,
i tripped and fell on the floor,
the old brown dog, almost dropped the pie,
as tear's of laughter came to his eye,
he got away, this time.
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