The Perfect Gift

I went to the pet store to buy a small dog,
but the store had no small dogs for me.
They had a small hog and they had a small frog,
but I said I'd not take them if free.

They had an old cat, and a bird that could sing,
but those were not high on my list.
The cat was too fat, and the bird had one wing,
so that was a sale the store missed.

I went there to buy a new pet for my son,
so I searched the place, both high and low.
And way in the back I saw just the right one,
so I asked the clerk, “what do I owe?”

He stared at my choice, and gave me the eye.
Then he asked me if that was a joke.
I thought he was rude, but I asked the clerk, “why?”
He said, “that thing's old, and might croak.”

So I told him, “I've had it,” and walked out the door.
I'd not buy a thing from that guy.
And just down the street, I saw a toy store,
where I knew I'd find just what to buy.

Toy trains and toy trucks filled the shelves in that place,
as well as a toy dog that talks.
I snatched up the dog as a smile crossed my face,
'cause I won't have to take it for walks.