My poor Amy was so excited
She ran around my feet
She jumped up and down
She was squealing with delight
I'd finally gotten home!
She knew I'd come home tonight
She seems to know these things
She's a gorgeous doggie
You'd love to meet!
But my poor Amy has fits!
So after I've brought my bags in
She disappears from sight
Then as I go looking
I'm in for a fright!
My poor Amy is having a fit!
There's really nothing
To be done for it!
I give her a half tablet
I hold her close and sigh
My poor little Amy
There's a wildness in her eye
Her head strains backwards
Her legs are stiff and taut
Her panting is fast
She drools and ...
My poor Amy!
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