Hachi ! Hachi ! Hachi !
Thrice in a row,
He sneezed with his,
Nose Puffed red.
He kept me at hand , 24*7
Just to rub his nose, pity.
Four fold, I am crushed in his hands
Name he call me, so do great.
Miss. Handkerchief I call myself.
Forget the fact, I am 'a piece of cloth'.
No time, I have, to waste on talks.
I must reach his nose, too Soon
Just before his next Hachi!
Thrice in a row,
He sneezed with his,
Nose Puffed red.
He kept me at hand , 24*7
Just to rub his nose, pity.
Four fold, I am crushed in his hands
Name he call me, so do great.
Miss. Handkerchief I call myself.
Forget the fact, I am 'a piece of cloth'.
No time, I have, to waste on talks.
I must reach his nose, too Soon
Just before his next Hachi!
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