Sad little eyes looking at me,
Fur standing on end on his head,
Puts his head on my knee,
Just waiting to be fed.
He was such a cute little puppy,
A chocolate brown ball of fluff,
Bouncing around oh so happy,
But hating the sight of his brush.
Bouncer is getting old now,
A faithful companion he has been,
The stories that he could tell,
My faithful little Bouncer beams.