Hey, it’s me, Sonny, your loyal hound,
Once lost and lonely, now joyfully found.
From the tough streets where I used to roam,
To a warm, cozy place I now call home.
I need to clear the air, just once and for all,
Sometimes a beagle is what I’m called.
They see my floppy ears and wagging way,
“Is that a beagle?” they always say.
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