He came to us with Juno
\nBut not in January
\nShe was his sister
\nTraveling with Flynn
\nA sure and noble guide,
\nHe brought the two safely
\nThrough mountains to bring Fuzz
\nBy our sides
\nThey arrived brother and sister,
\nTwo white balls
\nNot unlike tribbles
\nHe and I knew each other on sight
\nFuzz and I
\nHe’d come back again
\nHe didn’t look back
\nOr cry
\nOr look for his Fuzz family
\nI am so happy
\nI have my Fuzz
\nI can’t stop hugging him
\nNow he’s not so small
\nI won’t squish
\nOut his guts
\nWhen I squeeze him hard
\nHe hugs me back
\nWith wookie arms
\nAnd nibbles on my ears
\nTalking his strange language
\nUnlike any animal except Fuzz
\nHe’s still a white ball of fluff
\nHe’s still my Fuzz
\nHe got a ride back to me
\nHis belly’s got more freckles
\nThen I thought possible
\nHe has a lip
\nJust like he ought
\nHis teeth are sharp
\nHis claws are not
\nHe looks like he’s trouble
\nMostly he’s not
\nHe likes to sleep
\nJust like a Gund
\nMy little Fuzz
\nHe’s getting big
\nHe learned things like ‘kisses’
\nand ‘I need help up!’
\nHe knows his name
\nBut he also comes to Fuzz
\nHe loves to play
\nHe runs like a streak
\nbut afterwards
\nHe’s back asleep
\nHe eats like a tribble
\nHe grows fast enough to watch
\nHe’s my sweet smelling Fuzz
\nSleeping under the juniper trees
\nThat’s his favorite place to sleep
\nWhen he isn’t in my closet
\nFour paws in the air
\nNot a care in the world
\nHe’s safe and he’s happy
\nHe’s a white ball of fuzz
\nBeloved by everyone
\nWorking hard at his lessons
\nTo be the best fuzz he can be<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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