I had a lovely sheltie.
He had a lot of hair.
I brushed him very often,
Gathered what was fair.
I talked on the phone for hours,
And kept busy on the call;
I spun that hair with a spindle
Until I had many a ball.
My grandma didn’t want them;
She had projects enough to enjoy.
But my cousin knitted a poncho,
A scarf, and slippers for my boy.
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