An Ode to My Squeaky Ball by Sadie the Yorkipoo
I love to squeak my squeaky ball
I love to chase it down the hall
I love to bounce it off the wall
I love to drop it from places so tall
And run to catch it before it can fall
I love that it’s so perfectly small
It’s my favorite toy above them all
When it’s stuck under the couch I’ll give you a call
Then under the furniture you must crawl
Oh no! The squeak has begun to stall!
Quick! Go buy me a new one from the mall!
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