Holy St. Rover, Guardian of Pugs

There was a holy picture

of St. Bernadette

she held a pitcher in one hand

and an hour-glass in the next

At an Irish pub

there stood a pug

drinking from his mug

he said to her

“Dear Saint, (and moreover

you may call me Rover)

I wish to accept your invitation

before the time is much too late

let me now

levitate”

and with this

our dear old chap

lifted off four paws

and landed in her lap

Dear St. Bernadette said

as she smiled so gravely

“Dear Rover, sweet Rover

Do visit me daily

lite thyself upon my dress

do not settle thus for less”

and a kingly pug she made him

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