Dougal
My little westie Dougal,
He's my little loon,
He really thinks he owns the place
As he struts around the room.
He has this fake bad temper,
That's such a laugh to see.
Sticking his little chest out, saying
"Don't you bother me"
When it comes to Dougal's breakfast,
Well, it's scrambled eggs and cheese.
And Dougal won't eat tinned food,
"It's mince and liver please."
He's very self important,
He thinks that he's in charge.
My lovely little westie,
Who thinks he's very large.
Now Dougal's very vocal,
He really loves to bark.
He barks his head off in the car,
Then all around the park.
Dougal never backs down,
He's full of self belief.
My little westie dougal,
Who's a lion underneath.
I'm so glad I have Dougal,
He fills my life with fun.
So I'll let him keep believing
That he's the number one.
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