The day my thoughts grow feeble, I think I will get a bird. But not just any bird, A tiny fat one, with stubby little paws. I just know he will help me, In so many ways. For he will always be my faithful friend, Throughout my long and lonely days. I won't treat him like any old bird, As I will call him little Rover. He will sleep in a soft, comfy bed, Hanging just above my pillow and head. Each morning we'll roll over, And, As we once always did, Have our morning talk. On every rainy afternoon, We will take an adventurous walk. I'll put him on his leash, And let him fly all around the park. But if he should run and bark, I will have to pat his little orange beak. Just to tell him, I don't want to hear another tweet. Each time we come home, I will throw him a bone. And he will fly like a bird, To chomp on that curly worm. I will laugh, “Ha, ha,” And he will tweet, “Ruff, ruff,” Thanking me for that delicious treat. Someday, if he gets really lonely, I think I will get him a pet. And I kind of bet, He would love a cat. One that really sings And has brightly colored flying wings. The kind that flap and flap As he zooms about the room. I imagine this cat Should be, The very same color Of my favorite black dress and hat. These two will keep each other company, All the hours I am gone. But, you know, if my bird should die, Well, so would I. So, the day my thoughts grow feeble, I think I will get a dog. But not just any dog, A furry one, with a calming purr. He will sit upon my lap Chirping out loud, As I gently stroke My hand down his soft blue back. All these simple pleasures My mind will then look forward to. But should this day really, ever arrive, I just might not think, to realize.