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  PURE POETRY

 When God had made the earth and sky,

  the flowers and the trees,

  He then made all the animals,

  The fish, the birds and bees

  And then at last He'd finished,

  not one was quite the same.

  He said "I'll walk this world of mine

  And give each one a name".

  And so He travelled far and wide

  And everywhere He went,

  A little creature followed Him,

  Until it's strength was spent.

  When all were named upon the earth

  And in the sky and sea,

  The little creature said " Dear Lord,

  There's not one left for me".

  Kindly the Father said to him

  "I've left you till the end,

  I've turned my own name back to front

  And called you DOG, my faithful friend.