THESE ARE THE DAYS

Oh the way they steal your things,
keys and socks and pretty rings
they and make you laugh and sing
These are the days.

And you know what we were then,
lost without a furry friend.
Mister we could use a number of them,
without an end.

Now they fill us with content,
but can't afford to pay the rent.
We love being fert-parents.
These are the days!


sp revised 11/23

[Posted in FML 6165]