A baby saved

A baby pure and simple
Unable still to run
As feisty as the day is long
His coat just looks home spun
Just saved from the slaughterhouse
Imagine that will you?
The angels came and stopped them
Killing him yes folks its true

As cheerful as is possible
To imagine in good light
His alacrity and vitality
Is just to be good and bright
A leap,in each direction
And ofcourse what we know
as ooodles of joviality
That ofcourse is going to grow

Of good heart and good humour
Ss sprightly as can be
Happy as a sandboy
In the lap of luxury
His mother gone forever
Hung our so she will dry
Bleeding like the arteries bleed
Before a soul can die

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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