(The Joys Of Having An 8 Week Old Alsatian)
Off topic he may be
But a four-legged baby
Sure does keep one right on one´s toes,
With razor sharp teeth
Reluctant to release
Either one´s fingers or nose
But oh what a joy
This small cuddly boy
Is, here on his day number three,
It´s good that we wend
Towards season´s end
For my time here´s reduced drastically
The sequence is clear
For the family here
As soon as the day breaks anew,
It´s eat first, then play
In his special way
Which includes having us there to view
Then that blissful time
Much too short, but fine
When it all becomes too much ado,
In his slumber land
The things that we planned
Can finally be tended to
But when he wakes up
As with any pup
It´s action stations immediately,
Find the nearest door
You can guess what for
Then it´s repeat ad lib, from verse 3
The cats he has met
And although they fret
A bit, every hour helps to cure,
And in due course
The horses will force
An interesting meeting I´m sure
He´s the carrying sort
And today he thought
He´d pick up his own water bowl,
Not a great idea
With water still there
A bit like scoring an own goal
And planting of leeks
Becomes quite unique
With a special charm all of its own,
When those you put in
He pulls out again
Before you can say "Leave alone"
So I hope you´ll excuse
This meandering muse
On the joys this summer will bring,
For this old upstart
Who´s still young at heart
And for many years yet will still sing...OTBC
Off topic he may be
But a four-legged baby
Sure does keep one right on one´s toes,
With razor sharp teeth
Reluctant to release
Either one´s fingers or nose
But oh what a joy
This small cuddly boy
Is, here on his day number three,
It´s good that we wend
Towards season´s end
For my time here´s reduced drastically
The sequence is clear
For the family here
As soon as the day breaks anew,
It´s eat first, then play
In his special way
Which includes having us there to view
Then that blissful time
Much too short, but fine
When it all becomes too much ado,
In his slumber land
The things that we planned
Can finally be tended to
But when he wakes up
As with any pup
It´s action stations immediately,
Find the nearest door
You can guess what for
Then it´s repeat ad lib, from verse 3
The cats he has met
And although they fret
A bit, every hour helps to cure,
And in due course
The horses will force
An interesting meeting I´m sure
He´s the carrying sort
And today he thought
He´d pick up his own water bowl,
Not a great idea
With water still there
A bit like scoring an own goal
And planting of leeks
Becomes quite unique
With a special charm all of its own,
When those you put in
He pulls out again
Before you can say "Leave alone"
So I hope you´ll excuse
This meandering muse
On the joys this summer will bring,
For this old upstart
Who´s still young at heart
And for many years yet will still sing...OTBC
