Little Black Dog

Covered in fur
With a wet nose
What is she thinking
Nobody knows

Stands at the door
Waits on it opening
Looks through the window
The tram is slowing

Now we have stopped
She’s on her toes
The door opens
Off she goes

Her owner follows
No looking back
She is free
Crossing the track

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