Smartie stands on hill, looks out to the sky.
Behind, the toughie, mare and babbies cry.
Smarty stands, looks out at the world and sigh.
Without him leading everyfluff will die.
He gathers his herd, moves them long the way
"We are hungies, tired"all of them bray.
“If we stop, right here, the musters will slay”
To see my herd fall, to that I say nay!
House after house the brave smartie will knock.
Rejected there after, block after block.
Pressed to find housies he’s behind the clock
To find food, love, and shelter for his flock.
The last house in the town, what that did he find?
A human with food and life that is kind.
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applauds Bravo!
Nice.
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Excellent, love it!
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