Rambo Rubs

Rambo Rubs

He's a ball of fluff,

And he loves the fuss,

Comes searching for a treat.

He's a lovely tiny boy,

Catches and brings the toy,

For the hint of something sweet.

When I come to call,

He races all along the hall,

Barking in delight to my feet.

As I stoop to rub,

Rambo like a lions cub,

Frolicking 'neath his masters seat.

Such a joyful play mate,

He is first to the plate,

For affection I have to give.

When I rub his furry chest,

He is at his very best,

Making life a real joy to live.