TWA HAIRY DUGS

TWA HAIRY DUGS Twa hairy dugs Walking doon the street, Raking in the buckets Tae find a bite tae eat. Licking oot a puddle Tae git a nice cool drink, Survival on the streets alone They really have tae think. Sleeping on a stoory cloot Tae shelter fae the storm, Huddled up nice and ticht Tae keep each ither warm. Hiding in the summer When it gets too hot, Resting under bushes In a nice wee shady spot. Begging fae the bairns When they can be fussed, Fir the end eh a chocolate biscuit Or a nice wee piece eh crust. The wee yin is Chips the Westie The big yin resembles a poodle, Wi his hair so long and straggly The bairns call him pot noodle. They wander through the streets by day In weather rain or fair, They never leave each other’s side They’re such a handsome pair. The dugs are havin a rare auld time And they`ve forgot about the threat, Of the council dug warden snooping aroond And his great big capture net. Wee Chips been captured doon the park He`s tangled limb from limb, Then pot noodle jumped right in the net Just to be beside him. Carted af in the back eh a van Wi nae hope tae be found, Washed, fleed and a hair cut Then locked up in the pound. They whined and whined all day and nicht On a two week long endeavour, Now their tails are wagging As they`ve put them in together. An auld boy wanders in wan day He`s been looking fir a dug, His real names Hugh McIvor But his friends aw call him Shug. But Shugs not really that auld He`s only sixty three, And he wants a big dug tae go walking wi And a wee dug fir his knee. He disny ken what dug tae git As he lets out a big long sigh, So he`s brought someone to help him His grandson who`s called Tye. This is the last time i`m comin here I`ve already had three trips, Till he spots a pair of sleeping dugs Called pot noodle and Chips. They really are a braw wee pair All snuggled nice and ticht, He`s found the dugs he`s lookin fir And he’ll tak them hame the nicht. Auld Shug has introduced himself And they start tae lick his chin, The papers are signed the car doors open And they both jump happily in. A wee drive home and a nice wee walk And they aw begin tae tire, Then in a soft new bed they get cooried in Beside a great big roarin fire. Auld shug is now a happy man He has company all day long, Walks and cuddles af twa hairy dugs As he hums a happy song. Pot noodle and chips are happy tae No need tae wander and roam, They’ll spend their days wi auld Shug In their braw warm forever home.