A Stray in a Manger, a Howliday song by me and Mommy

A Stray in a Manger

A Stray in a manger, no crate for his bed,
the little Lost Doggy laid down his sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,
The little Lost Doggy asleep on the hay.
The catchers are coming, the Doggy awakes,
but little Lost Doggy no whining he makes.
I love thee, Lost Doggy! Look down from the sky,
And stay by my side until morning is nigh.

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