My name is Maxi,
I ride in a taxi
Around New York City all day.
I sit inayofuata to Jim,
(I belong to him),
But it wasn’t always this way.
I grew up in the city,
All dirty and gritty,
Looking for chakula after dark.
I roamed all around,
Avoiding the pound,
And lived on my own in the park.
One siku a car stopped—
Its tire had popped.
Out stepped a tall man, I could see.
He came over and said
As he patted my head,
“Are wewe lost? wewe can come nyumbani with me!”
Did I hear right? Oh, boy!
My tail wagged with joy—
I jumped right up on the seat!
He said, “My name’s Jim,”
I could ride nyumbani with him
And he’d give me...
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