Cecil and Chip have the run of the house,
Nothing gets by them, not even a mouse.
Guarding their turf with a bark and a yap,
Or settling down for an afternoon nap.
When Mama is sad, they’ll lick at her face,
They’ll follow Papa to most any place.
They’ll sleep on the rug, the sofa, the bar,
Then get up to go for a ride in the car.
They’ll greet the postman with a wag of their tails,
And howl at the moon when everything fails.
They’ll perk up their ears if trouble’s around,
And hunt for a bone until it is found.
It matters not if you’re rich or you’re poor,
They only see the love at your core.
And though their humans are far from the best,
With Cecil and Chip, their days are well-blessed.
LDT February 12, ‘25
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