We Are the Dogs On the Beach

We are the dogs on the beach, the mighty mighty dogs We ride in on helicopters, in Volkswagan buses and hawgs. Some of us are spotted, some have curly hair and more. We lie on your blankets staring at a faraway shore. We are the dogs and we do what we can to be the best. Staying away from the junkyard dogs who live over the crest. We are dancing and spinning and chasing our tails. Some of us brought our own delicacies – dog food and ales. We find a ball and play volleyball, sailing it high over the net. We frolic and play from noon until the evening sunset. We are the dogs, the mighty mighty dogs all whistle-free and clean. Some of us stay away from the Doberman he is kind of mean.