The recent controversy about dogs and the choices we make are echoed in this new country song, We Love Our Dogs. Listen in, and enjoy!

We Love Our Dogs Lyrics

If they force us to choose,They lose.The choice between dogsAnd trogs and hogs and frogsAnd almost any other thingIs not a big swing.It’s not a difficult choice at all.You don’t need a brawlTo settle the choice.We all speak with one voice.

We love dogs, all sorts of houndsAnd you can’t give us any groundsTo say goodbye to our muttsBecause, put simply, that’s just nuts!

We love our dogsOur canines and our cursWe love our pupsOur mongrels and our slursWe love our Buddies,Bucks, Fidos and MaxesFar more than any stupid taxes.We love our Bellas,Lucys, Lunas and DaisysAgain, far more than any crazies.

We love dogs, all sorts of houndsAnd you can’t give us any groundsTo say goodbye to our muttsBecause, put simply, that’s just nuts!

Dogs have always been man’s best friendsAnd that love, that heart, will never end.You can’t convince us to drive our dogs outOf that there really is no doubt.Give up, go away,Don’t make our day.We play with our dogs.We sleep with our dogs.We feed and care for our dogs.We really do love our dogs.

We love dogs, all sorts of houndsAnd you can’t give us any groundsTo say goodbye to our muttsBecause, put simply, that’s just nuts!

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Celebrate Valentine’s Day with a pop song about love.

This pop song is taken from Saint Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians, 13:1-13. I used AI to create his letter as a pop song. I hope you like it.

Saint Paul is truly a hero for our time, for past times, and for all times.

Love Song Lyrics

Love suffers long, and is kindLove envies notLove causes not a stirLove is not puffed upLove does not behave unseemlyLove seeks not its ownLove is not easily provokedLove thinks no evil

Love does not rejoice in iniquityLove rejoices in the truthLove bears all thingsLove believes all thingsLove hopes all thingsLove endures all thingsLove never fails

Where there are prophecies, they shall failWhere there are tongues, they shall ceaseWhere there is knowledge, it shall vanishFor we know in part, and we prophesy in partWhen the perfect comes, the part falls away

When I was a childI spoke as a childI understood as a childI thought as a childWhen I became a manI put away childish things

Now we see through a glass darklyBut then face to faceNow I know in partThen I will know as I am knownNow abides faith, hope, love — these threeBut the greatest of these is love

Love bears all thingsLove believes all thingsLove hopes all thingsLove endures all thingsThere are three: faith, hope, and loveThe greatest of these is love

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Celebrate Abraham Lincoln’s Birthday and Presidents Day with this song (written as a poem by Walt Whitman, edited by John Kremer, with music and performance by AI.

O Captain! My Captain! Lyrics

O Captain! my Captain!Our fearful trip is done,The ship has weathered every rack,The prize we sought is won,The port is near,The bells I hear,The people all exulting,While follow eyes the steady keel,The vessel grim and daring;But O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding drops of red,Where on the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain!Rise up and hear the bells;Rise up. For you the flag is flungFor you the bugle trills,For you bouquets and ribboned wreathsFor you the shores a-crowding,For you they call, the swaying mass,Their eager faces turning;Here Captain! dear father!This arm beneath your head!It is some dream that on the deck,You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer,His lips are pale and still,My father does not feel my arm,He has no pulse nor will,The ship is anchored safe and sound,Its voyage closed and done,From fearful tripThe victor shipComes in with object won;Exult O shores, and ring O bells!But I with mournful tread,Walk the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.

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