I don't have a dog
Doesn't mean I don't like a dog
A friend has two
And from the way he walks them through
The Alsatians strut along the street
Black and tan, they look so sweet
The German breeds are more than pets
They saunter along like a branch of cadets
Beautiful souls
Sure of their patrols
Never nervous
And prompt to calls for service
The German shepherds
Are very good shepherds
With impulses leading to quests
They checkmate uninvited guests
So, would you tell me Sir, what can’t a labradoodle do
You’ll never hear a labradoodle Cock-a-doodle-do
Neither will a wallaby or skippy kangaroo
Nor anything not chicken, and not a cockatoo
Huskies and Alsatians, they don’t figure in equations
You’ll never see them mouthing off at the United Nations
Or acting as the acting head of covert operations
Though they might do a better job if aided by Dalmatians
So why is it that all the news, whichever news you view
Shows Downing Street or Washington without further ado
Where some bloke with a flag behind him speaks at me and you
But when I listen all I hear is Cock-a-doodle-do
Little Lion who purrs so loud,
He has made his family proud.
What a mouser is this cat
Even though he’s rather fat.
Birds, mice and even a big Rabbit
All food for Tom; it’s his favourite habit.
Don’t rub his tummy or he’s sure to bite,
Three Alsatians once gave him a fright.
He is a cat very wise,
Even though he’s used his lives.
Tom resides in his little shed,
Where he nestles in his bed.
No other pet can compare,
To our cat of the brown and white fur.
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