Bug
This is bug
His pedigree
Is he came
From Victor
The brother
In jail now
Who bought
Him for Ebony
His little
Princess
Who I
Purchased
For twenty
For my little
Prince
He was afraid
Of Bug
Who would
Whinney and
Snort
Must of been
His raising
Cross the tracks
For even without
His 4 batteries
In the dead
Of night
Bug would neigh
In the living room
Waking me
And I would
Go in and rub
Him down and
Give him some
Straw
I think even
Though the
Prince feared him
And the Princess
Outgrew him
He still called
For them.
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