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A four-legged friend has suddenly become ill
she's running a temperature and has a bad chill
She's roaming our streets with nowhere to stay
watch over her Lord please guide her my way

I'll take her and keep her; I'll make her well
she'll be fit as a fiddle; and loud as a bell
I promise to watch over her and give her a loving home
she'll be happy and safe; she won't have to roam

So this I ask of you; I beg of you; I pray
Lord watch over her and please; guide her my way

John Quealy

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