Treats

I have a dog named buddy He is surely mans best friend More like my best buddy That’s what I call a friend He sleeps in his own bed And plays when he’s excited When seasons change he’ll shed At meal time he’s delighted He likes to chase my kitty But you see it’s just a game There is nothing to pity And no-one is to blame He shares his dish with cats And lets them have their way I give them all some pats Then let them out to play When I whistle they come running With them I have no worry Unless they have fun sunning They will just not hurry But if I double whistle It lets them know to come And if they listen to that whistle They know I’ll give them some “Treats”