I have a friend, a special friend,
Who shares his life with me.
He comes to me when needing help,
To catch a stubborn flea.

I call him Buster, that’s his name,
And friends we’ll always be,
But just the other day he goofed
While on the floor he peed.



Well you can just imagine how
I got so very mad,
And why I spanked his little rump,
But then I felt so sad.



Then later as I saw him pout
Like Terriers often do,
I thought we’d better make amends,
‘Cause we were feeling blue.

So now we’re best of friends again,
His tail’s a wagging sign.
I am so glad I am his friend,
And glad that he is mine.



© James O’Brien
January 2005

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