There's a place I know where the badgers live,
Says my dog.
He calls it a sett.
Silver halls and golden caverns of guttering candlelight where,
Midst chests of stolen jewels and magic talismen,
The badgers take indolent rest,
He says.
I've had my nose down them
And they're just holes!
Hee hee, one of his favourite spots. If only the Cricketer magazine was the other way up, he'd look like he was reading it.
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ReplyDeleteYour dog looks soooooo laid-back!
ReplyDeleteAwwww what a sweetie.
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