I THINK I WILL JUST REST HERE ON THE STAIRS.

Pucks Song by William Shakespeare

Over Hill, over dale

Through brush, through brier

Over park, over pale,

Through flood and through fire,

I do wander everywhere,

Swifter than the moone's sphere,

As I serve my fairy queen.

To dew her orbs upon the green.

The cowslips tall,

In their gold coats spots you see

Those be rubies, a fairies favours,

In those little freckles live their savours,

i must go seek some dewdrops here

as I hang a pearl in every flower.

YOUR RAWHIDE?! I DONT THINK SO!

My Little Friend

I have a little friend whose always by my side,
We're never very far apart no matter what the time.
I have a little friend who listens to what I say and doesn't judge
me for what I've done but what's inside of me.

He gives me the support I need to make it through the day.
When I'm sad  he seems to know just what I need to have.
My little friend is not like me he has some things I don't,
like four legs, a tail that wags and a nose that's wet and cold.
He lets me know with a gentle nudge that he cares
and is there for me.
We'll never be that far apart,
and when the time does come,
I know we'll be together again in Heaven above.