Mine eyes look on the cuteness of the puppy I call Fabes.
He may only have three legs but he’s a magnet for the babes.
His willy is pathetic; he has no chance of getting laid,
but hope keeps hopping on.
Faby Baby, he’s my puppy.
Squirmy like a hyper guppy.
Faby Baby, he’s my puppy.
Our love keeps hopping on.
I have seen my lovely Omo nestled in his bed at night.
He is old, and he is achy, but the love in him burns bright.
I like to hide his ears to make a ghost that likes a fright
and put pretty pink stuff on.
Homey Omo, he’s my old man
A life of cuddles, that is his plan.
Homey Omo, he’s my old man.
Our love keeps snuggling on
Katy Cassidy 
I am a hopeless puddle of giggles! You have a great song here! I think it’s destined to be a hit!
I didn’t realize you were such a poet! 🙂
now you just need 3 chords and you have a hit 😉
those boys – sooo cute and kissable. But Omo … oh, Omo – your nose, it is the MOST kissable! MWAH!
Lol, I need you to write an ode to Beryl and Frankie for me! I’d love to do something like that:)
Love the new hymn. In my head I’ve put it to kind of a punk beat. Sounds good. 🙂
Great hymn. My kids are wondering why I haven’t written one for each of them 🙂
pretty cool song, will be in my head all day!!! great pictures of you and your pup…