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Lincoln Gets a Job

Lincoln was a smart, happy puppy
Who was tired, and just feeling bored.
A job was just what he needed!
And with that thought his spirit had soared.
"Yes!  A job is just what I need now!
I just have to find the right fit.
It shouldn't be hard for a smart dog
Who knows how to fetch and to sit!"
So Lincoln went out to the city
To try his luck at a career.
It wasn't long after he started,
That he found a job as a cashier!
He liked interacting with people,
And he liked the blue apron he wore.
But he found that he didn't like math,
And making change felt like a bore.
So Lincoln returned to the city
To find a new place to work.
And within a bustling law office
He became the junior mail clerk.
Lincoln liked giving out mail,
Which he delivered to so much applause.
But what really made this a poor fit
Were the paper cuts he got on his paws...
So what job should Lincoln try next?
What would be his latest endeavor?
Well, what better fit for a puppy
Than a job as a hot dog vendor!!
Now this was the BEST job ever!
A happy Lincoln gave many thanks.
Unfortunately, it didn't work out
Because he ate all the franks.
"There has to be something right for me
Where I feel like I fit and belong.
A place where I enjoy being
And nothing I do can go wrong."
Then an idea hit Lincoln so quickly-
Had he really not thought it before?
He always knew where he should be-
He needn't go search any more!
That's when Lincoln woke up
And realized his own family
Loved him and needed him more-
HOME is where he should be!
That really was Lincoln's true calling,
To give love and cuddles all day.
And of course the most vital job-
Chasing the mailman away!
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