We called him one ball Billy *
But it really wasn’t true **
There were two up there*
We just never knew**
The vet made a call*
and out came one ball**
When a second was snipped*
that must’ve hurt, I quipped**
But the vet wasn’t through*
Pulled teeth too**
Now Billy sore from end to end*
Wanders his pen**
Now teeth are many*
Balls, one or two**
But one ball Billy,*
Much like a filly**
Now has none.… read more...