Sing out, my soul, thy songs of joy;

Sing as a happy bird will sing

Beneath a rainbow’s lovely arch

In the spring.


Think not of death in my young days;

Why shouldst thou that grim tyrant fear?

And fear him not when thou art old,

And he is near.


Strive not for gold, for greedy fools

Measure themselves by poor men never;

Their standard still being richer men,

Make them poor ever.


Train up thy mind to feel content,

What matters then how low thy store

What we enjoy, and not possess,

Makes rich or poor.


Felled with sweet thought, then happy I

Take not my state from other’s eyes;

Or theirs–I prize.


Sing, happy soul, thy songs of joy;

Such as a Brook sings in the wood,

That all night has been strengthened by

Heaven’s flood.




Sometimes I nap

Sometimes I snap

Sometimes I dream

Sometimes I scream

My behavior is extreme

And I can’t stop

Because of that shop

A shop for pets

With a lot of dogs and cats

I am not a team player

And I like to be the mayor

Or at least the boss

Won’t step on anyone’s  paws

I promise I will behave

By the way my name is Dave!


I live in a mansion

On the Avenue called Park

Get a lot of attention

And rarely bark

Stroll with a walker

Attract many stalkers

I am always perfumed

And constantly groomed

Very well dressed

Sometimes obsessed

Because I want to look my best

All in all I am blessed

I hope you are impressed

With the way I myself expressed

Oh, don’t think I am a snob

Or even belong to a mob

I am just very rich

By the way my name is Peach!