A Dog’s Life (Ode To Max)
Tongue is hanging down, below my knees
All stretched out, on my back
Legs sticking up, it’s a nap attack
I don’t care what you call me
As long as you call me around supper time
I don’t need, very much at all
Just a belly rub, and a rubber ball
Chase my tail, run for joy
My private parts, are my favorite toy
I don’t care what you call me
As long as you call me around supper time
Up that tree, went the neighbor’s cat
Sure like to have me, a piece of that
Dig a hole, bark at the moon
Sure hope you, are going to come home soon
I don’t care what you call me
As long as you call me around supper time
© 2000 Roger Crimm
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