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i come running
when my master whistels
hoping i can get a treat
mabey even a belly rub

he tells me to sit
so i sit
beacuse i want a treat
i lay when he says lay
beacuse i want a treat

i get the treat
it is so tasty
i love treats
i want another

so when my master leaves
i look for the bag

i found it
now i have all the treats

master found what i did
now no more treats

i love treats

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