There he lies again, soaking up the sun
on our kitchen window sill, with a flower vase by his bum!
He doesn’t belong here, he just comes and goes,
leaves his mark in the doorway – it’s my fault I ‘spose!
There he lies again, soaking up the sun
on our kitchen window sill, with a flower vase by his bum!
He doesn’t belong here, he just comes and goes,
leaves his mark in the doorway – it’s my fault I ‘spose!
Here we are again back safe in our car –
we’ve had a good walk, but not too far –
our stiff legs can’t run so far these days,
so we get our amusement in other ways.
Our mum rolls a ball for us around in our run,
but not for long cos there’s a man with a gun
who lives next door and if he hears us day or night
he’ll fire it at our fence to give us all a fright.
Snow is falling all around –
there’s no birds, no cars, no sound.
No dogs are barking, no caterwauling,
Just lots of snow falling, falling.