and his name was Ben.
His pedigree, I don't know;
He came from a shelter,
one stormy old night;
All frightened and terribly ill.
He shook and he shivered;
He sneezed many times;
The doctor, he looked up his nose.
He checked him all over
and then said, he's fine.
He's fit from his head to his toes
Then Ben and me went out to tea;
To good old Auntie Mae's.
She put on a spread;
All cream cakes and bread
and hot chocolate, washing it down.
So the moral you see,
is just look at me;
A dog,
and tea


i enjoyed reading it , although i dont think you should space between every line








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