Chasing the Bone
Could you release me;
Master, could you let me
from the kennel? You’ve been
barking up twisted trees, sign
the papers out on me.
Don’t let a good thing go to waste.
How you worry, how she thinks;
can you bare to look on man,
after all, could we?
Throw it in the yard, what’s most
important is you let it go.
Put the good boy down, leash it to the side;
this dog’s gone chasing bone.
