Dear little friend of mine, I never knew.
All-innocent are you, and yet all-wise.
(For Heaven's sake, stop worrying that shoe!)
You look about, and all you see is fair;
This mighty globe was made for you alone.
Of all the thunderous ages, you're the heir.
(Get off the pillow with that dirty bone!)
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. . . And how long was Parker able to sing this praise before she got a doggy dealbreaker? Read the rest of the poem here, and all lovers of dogs will smile and understand!