If I was your puppy
I would eat your socks
and sleep in your shoes

But when I grew old
I sleep beside the door
and let no one in

My special sport
is to hunt the mailman
and dig in your garden

Some nights I will
bark at the moon
and wake up the neighbour

and I love to sleep
on the couch dreaming
that I hunt rabbits

Think about that
If I was. . .
Wooff Wooff . .