In the arcade's bright glow, a furry friend sits tight, Not a boy named Harry, nor Big-O in sight. A pooch among games, where kids laugh and frolic, His demeanor so calm, in a world so chaotic. Four paws on red, with eyes sharp and keen, A silent guard of the flippers and screens. No coins does he slot, no prizes to claim, Yet reigning his realm, in this arcade game. 🐕🕹✨