I loved that little fluffball

I carried him everywhere

I would feed him tiny bits of cheese

In his tiny hamster chair

Harold was my favourite pet

He really was the best

He would sit and nibble

On my lap

And cosy on my chest

He’d run round

Like the clappers

In his hamster ball

Til he felt exhausted

And had a little fall

His boney leg was broken

The vet made him a cast

Harold got much better

Then one day horror struck

My brother put him in toilet

Harold is now a ghost of hamster past.