Monday, February 20, 2012


          If I didn’t complain
               When a dog passed the house,
               Though you shout and you grouse,
         You'd have nothing to gain—

          Because there’ll come a day
               When there’s just me who’s here,
               And some scoundrels appear,
          But I hold them at bay.

          Oh then won’t you be glad
               That I barked and I howled
               And I yodeled and yowled
          And protected our pad?