In My House My Dog Is Don

IN MY HOUSE MY DOG IS DON Home we go, it's the end of the week You get in, it is good to rest your feet As stroke the dog, excited wet kisses It's been a long day it's you it misses A shower, and into your night clothes Order a take out, it is the way it goes Flicking through the night's movie list Something easy, that you get the gist The dog's up the take out has arrived The food is as good, as it is described Now, that race back for the sofa is on In my home my dog is Don, O' c'mon I flick a bit of pizza crust, off he goes Then the sofa is fully mine, he knows But, darn mutt has in its mind, a plan Because cold beer, I had no extra can I leave the sofa, he waits my mistake Then, on my cherished spot, he takes I give up, the rug I now have to lie on Because, in our house, my dog is Don Indiana Shaw . . . ; ) "I don't actually own a dog, but if I did, this is the way it would go" . . . : /