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A gray little pup with a bounce in his stride,
Tripped on a twig, then took it in pride.
He chased a blue butterfly, barked at the breeze,
Tumbled through tulips, then rolled in the leaves.
With mud on his nose and joy in his eyes,
He played ‘til the sun was high in the skies.
A clumsy delight on a bright spring day—
The park was his kingdom, in every way