I might be light as a feather,
but I am as noisy as a crowd.
I am 119 years old
though I am as soft as a cloud.
My fur is not grey
my face is not yet wrinkled;
pieces with sugar I sprinkle.
My smile is not known.
For the humans,
I am a pet.
My happiness is clear
for they won’t leave me just yet.
The humans were depressed
for now I am alive
but soon I get to rest.
The humans still love me,
forever I am bound
just as I love them, they are bound
to me. My smile will always be filled
with happiness and glee