The Post Man and My Dog

The postman and my dog Are not the best of friends It seems that when he visits My dog bites his rear end Their war is rather silent They never say a word Why they fight is a mystery It’s really quite absurd I saw the postman in the bush Hiding from my dog Creeping to the mail box While crouching under a log Then one day without notice The postman brought a bag Full of pounds of sausage meat That my dog could eat and have From then on each day the postman came Bringing pounds of meat And when he came to the gate My dog was there to greet And though it does seem bribery I think it works quite a spell For my dog and the postman Now get on quite well.