Poor Woody Pride has lost his bride, and doesn't know where to find her.
Without her there, his life was bare, and he dearly wished to be with her.
Poor Woody Pride misses his bride, and doesn't know what to do.
With her not around, he doesn't feel sound,
And that's something he can't get used to.
Poor Woody Pride thinks of his bride, and he sits all alone.
His heart starts to bleed, and he pays no heed
To his owner who's on the phone.
Poor Woody Pride dreams of his bride, as his owner walks into the room.
She smiles and she plays, unaware of the sheriff's gloom.
She stops for a snack, and she comes back, carrying her large pack with her.
"My dad called." She said with glee. "And he got this for me."
She opens her pack and glances inside,
And out she pulls Woody Pride's bride.
Poor Woody Pride reunites with his bride,
And he is lonely no more.
Author's Note: I know, I know, it's super duper cheesy. I just felt like writing something sweet for once. I know I have to finish the Rescue Mission, but the computer that has that story on it crashed, so I'm gonna have to wait. Anyways, this is what happens when you're home alone with strep :). Please Reveiw, and for those of you who are waiting for the next chapter of the rescue mission, I'll hurry, I promise! ~Alicethepurplefrog