I couldn't see any other way
To remove those pesky grass seeds
Those awful prickles that
End up in my poor girl's fur
They stick into her paws
They stick into her legs
They end up every where
When ever she goes out
It's because her fur is soft
It's because her fur is long
That I have to give her hair cuts
To keep her safe from those ...
Pesky prickles
That torture my dear girl!
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