I don’t feel valued

All punters should be equal

Don’t discriminate

Ah, to be a dog

Now don’t look so excited

To lay there and rest

Spot the dog is ours

He makes us very happy

We love our doggy

On 395 (three ninety five);

The fall colors show brightest;

From Conway Summit;

It is hard and white;

Inside it is clear and yellow;

Broken it will run.

The waiting room blues

Time doesn’t exist while here

Only waiting exist