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The Perfect Pet

Dad surprised son by giving him news
That he's getting a pet!  He just has to choose!
You can get a hamster, a cat or a frog-
A snake or a lizard, or a good loyal dog!

The boy thought a sec, then turned to his Dad.
"I want to say something, but don't think I'm sad.
I'm excited you see, I want nothing more-
The problem is that there are choices galore!"

Each pet has a feature that I have in mind, 
I wish there was one with them all combined.
Do you think we can create the perfect pet?"
Dad said, "I'll draw as you talk-let's see what
 we get!"

"Like a kitten, it has to be soft to the touch
And love to snuggle and hug very much.
It would purr when I pet it and sit next to me
When I want to relax and just watch TV."

"But like a dog, its athletic and should like to play.
We can go out for walks when it's a nice day.
We can throw sticks and balls, I'll teach him
to fetch."
With that thought in mind, Dad continued
to sketch.

"How cool if it talked!  Just like the parrots?
I'd give him treats, like apples and carrots.
His wings would unfurl so he could soar high!
But he'd always come back after he'd fly!"

"Maybe a long neck, like alpacas and llamas.
He would spit at bullies who want to cause drama!
Our lawn would look great, and always look neat
Because of the overgrown grass he would eat!"

"Like chameleons he'd change colors with changes of scene-
He would become red, then blue and then green!
His eyes move independently from each other-
One could look at me, one could look at
my brother!"

"His tail would be long and would move like a snake.
Oh the weird moves and loops it would make!
If I want a drink but don't wish to get up
He'd use his long tail to grab me a cup!"

Dad said, "Ok!  Let's see what we've got!
Tell me if there's something you think I forgot!"
Son scrunched up his face, and looked at it
quite long,
Til Dad had to ask if something was wrong.

"Not exactly, Dad.  That's it, more or less.
I guess I thought he'd look less like a mess.
After all this, you know what is funny?
I think I've decided to just get a bunny."

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