Pets MY SCOOTER
My Scooter is sick, and feels so bad.
I took him to the vet, but the shot didn’t last.
He shakes like a leaf, and I don’t know what too do.
Then his jaw swelled up, and he cant drink or chew.
Between the hundred degree heat,
and the power failure,
its worse then an oven inside this trailer.
He’s a real little guy, my Scooter is.
Full of vinegar and spunk, ‘til the fever set in.
Now all he does is laze around.
Sleeping all day and losing pounds.
Still he’s my cute little guy with a sweet little mug,
and I’ll be as happy as a clam, when he kicks this bug.