New Bulldog On the Block
There was a new bulldog on the block.
His name was Sammy.
He was a rocker. His paws were clammy.
We saw him from a distance
And laughed a little bit.
He was shaking his booty and having a fit.
His music was kosher.
His wiggles were familiar too.
He said, “This is what rock, and rollers do!”
Pretty soon we other dogs were wearing stripes.
We had stopped our grousing, our jealous looks and our gripes.
Now we are in Sammy’s band, having a fine time.
Loving our rock-n-roll life, writing songs that rhyme.
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