Doggone It
Attention is the greatest gift
That one can ever get
And so it gives my heart a lift
To be told I’m your pet.
I love it when you say “Good Boy!”
And pat me on the head.
To be your dog’s to me a joy;
(You’re glad that I don’t shed).
Being a man was much too hard,
I’ve no wish to run free.
I’d rather play out in the yard
Which you have fenced for me.
Mistress, I know some think this strange,
But there is nothing I would change.
woof!