Roaring like thunder
Resembling cattle running
She dives for the toy in the box
She rips the paper like a lioness
She has reached her prey
That squeaky little fox
She\'s a black beauty
Graceful yet fierce
My constant companion
She\'s hogs the bed
And steals the pillows
Like a true champion
She asks so little of me
My four legged friend
Like the beasts that have come before her
Her love has no end
For she is my Labrador....