Smiler.

A poem by Richard Hunter

He smiles throughout the morning,
And all the afternoon;
He smiles whene'er the sun shines,
And also at the moon.

He smiles upon the carpet,
Or when you pick him up;
He smiles all through his dinner,
And when he goes to sup.

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