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My name is Flop and I'm no mongrel dog
I turn the heads of many a pedigree
My name is Flop and I was born somewhere
My name is Flop and my story is beautiful
I wet the carpets, I soil the rugs.
I live like a king, so beautiful is my life.
My name is Flop, and I have eyes that speak,
A body that goes crazy, a heart that fills up
With so much joy that a caress misplaces.
My name is Flop, and I have faithful masters.
I live by his words, he's my friend,
But when he's away, I'm alone with her.
Their presence is my love to them
How kind she is, how kind he is
Their looks are my happiness
And when they smile at me, my eyes sparkle
They call me Nounours, they love me and I love them
At night I sleep by their beds, in the morning I wake them up
With a swipe of my paw or a flick of my tongue.
My name is Flop and my story is too short
To get from the bed where I sleep to the urn where I rest
It only took me fifteen years
I know every corner of your garden too
Yesterday I lent you a bone
Today I give you mine
My name is Flop and I was a happy dog.
To soothe me
It's hard.
But you don't want to see my tears
So I'll try
To imagine you
In animal paradise
I address you in these words
Tons of caresses
Which cross the skies
And reach you.
I love you too much Flop my dog
Oh, my sheepdog,
And my grief for you
Will never fade
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English (United Kingdom)