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I had a little poodle (сжать кулачок как будто это пудель)
His coat was silver grey
One day I thought I’d bathe him
To wash the dirt away. (скребем кулак)
I washed my little poodle
Then dried him with a towel. (похлопываем кулачок)
My poodle seemed to like his bath
He didn’t even growl.

Ten little doggies

Ten little doggies went out one day,
To dig in the dirt and play, play, play.
Five were spotted, and five were not,
and at dinnertime they ate a lot!

I see a dog.
The dog sees me.
I like the dogs.
The dogs like me.
Big white dogs.
One, two, three.
I like the dogs
and the dogs like me.
There was a wee lassie called Maggie,
Whose dog was ENORMOUS and shaggy;
The front end of him
Looked vicious and grim.
But the tail end was friendly and waggy!

I have a dog.
His name is Fred.
He won’t play fetch.
He won’t play dead.
He won’t shake hands
or sit or stay
or bark or beg
or run and play.
He won’t roll over,
shake or crawl.
In fact, he won’t
do tricks at all.
When folks ask why
I tell them that’s
because my dog
was raised by cats.