The Boxer is a funny breed,
They do not follow, but they lead.
They chase the cats out of the yard,
Then seek praise for working so hard.
With joy they will jump, and run, and play;
Then melt on the floor at the end of the day.
They sleep with tongues out touching the floor,
But jump up at the sound of the door.
For food they'll beg and jump so high,
You think they might just hit the sky!
They have a look that instills fright;
But their bark is worse than their bite.
And when they wag their stubby tails,
A smile will over frown prevail.
They do not follow, but they lead.
They chase the cats out of the yard,
Then seek praise for working so hard.
With joy they will jump, and run, and play;
Then melt on the floor at the end of the day.
They sleep with tongues out touching the floor,
But jump up at the sound of the door.
For food they'll beg and jump so high,
You think they might just hit the sky!
They have a look that instills fright;
But their bark is worse than their bite.
And when they wag their stubby tails,
A smile will over frown prevail.
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