When I can't sleep or when I'm feeling sad, Or if the pain is getting really bad, Silently little Poppet snuggles up And lays her pretty head upon my lap.
If I have food, whether plain or sweet, Little Poppet sits and begs at my feet. If there's a drink she shouldn't have Don't leave it or that drink she'll lap.
She'll herd the cat, she'll herd the sprogs, She'll even try to herd a frog. She knows if you have got her treats, Even if your still way down the street.
But hugs are what she loves the best, And hugs are what she does the best.
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