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Content to stand aloneWaiting, watching, guarding Granny's homeHis face reflecting simple joyBut he is not a happy Plaster boy"Careful sonny, not too closeUnless you want a lethal doseOf hardening..."Patiently waiting for some shadeWishing he could run awaySupressing any urge to roamSuch devotion from a little gnomeI once saw a calico that thought he could flyAnd then the lanky Doberman that tinkled in my eyeA pacifist by nature, with amble common senseBut if I had my druthers, I'd rather be a fenceNow Granny, she's a good one, she shines me now and thenAnd come around this springtime, I'm due for paint againOn keeping Granny comfy, I try and earn my keepI'm just wishing I had some eyelids, so I could get some sleep From Letras Mania