by Ida Baisden

Created on: May 01, 2009

He's a friend, He's a pet

He can even talk I bet

In the house he is not let

He knows how to sit

Rolling over he hasn't been taught yet

And his nose is always wet

His name is Tucker

He's the color tan and brown

He can never go to town

To a leash he is bound

All night he doesn't make a sound

He's the king of my heart without a crown

His name is Tucker

He's loyal and nice

Way cuter than mice

A lucky seven dice

And he likes his water with ice

Like I love giving advice

My life for his I would sacrifice

His name is Tucker

In loving memory of Tucker Baby

Oct. 1 2004 - Jan. 18 2009

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