Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone.
My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day.
What am I?
I run around the streets all day. What am I ?
I run around the streets all day.
Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone.
My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day.
What am I?
Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone.
My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day.
What am I?