Ode to Mozart
Beneath these flowers and greens lies Mozart,
Our magnificent Newfoundland friend.
A life full of love but a life too short,
But like each Cape summer, all beauty does end.
You roared like a lion but cuddled like a lamb.
You jumped for joy rides, and danced on two legs,
Waltzing across the room, your paw in my hand.
A cherished prince, for love you never begged.
Like a stallion, you'd make all the girls run.
You'd let it all hang out and lay in the grass.
They'd stroke your silky fur in the shining sun.
King of the palace, with a sage's class.
Your salty kisses, drool copters and goo,
Muzzy, we miss, and will forever love you.
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