Thought I was good at my job As a pet sitter Even though the job was odd. Two hun’rd bucks for a day And I’d sit your pet. A very good deal I say. But all my clients got mad. They said I done bad Cuz their pets was all real sad. Big ones might be tired or Droopin to the floor Or angrier than before. I just did what the job said, But the judge went…
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