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...