A Pug's your pal for always, Through cloudy days or fine; He'll lie stretched out beside you, And curly tail untwine. Perhaps your world's gone haywire, And things seem far from fair; To him it matters little So long as you are there. This chubby bundle's waiting In failure or success, And from his warmth of welcome, Great wealth you can possess. He's one of life's great treasures, Whose value is untold, For every Pug is minted From fine and purest gold
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