by Luis G. Dato

Would I were born not human, but a dog,
I could then up and down mount your dear stair,
Loll on your floor, or cuddle in your chair,
And by your side at noons sleep like a log.
From Antipolo to blue Isarog,
I would be yours to follow everywhere,
To tug your books or turn your room agog,
Who would near you, you had best beware.

When morning comes, I could then wake you up,
Tug at your bed sheet and lick warm your feet,
And at the table on your morsels sup,
And call it fare delicious, wondrous sweet,
With pleasures filled would always be my cup,
My life, my happiness would be complete!

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