Hello again, Gentle Readers,
It’s time, once again, for another piece inspired by my canine (and best) friend Murphy Patrick Harrigan O’Kammerer. This time, we venture into the realm of Poetry and/or Music dedicated to Murphy.
Those of you who are blessed with any sort of pet, especially a dog (or, even more especially, dogs) will immediately recognize the source of inspiration for today’s offering.
And, in tribute to Max, I have bestowed, upon The Murph, the title and rank of Doggy Woggy of The First Order… Sadly, he doesn’t know what an honor it is. But that makes him no less deserving…
And now, I begin…
Doggy Woggy Doo Doo
By
The Very William H. Kammerer, Jr., Esquire (not)
…
At the crack of dawn,
When the stars are gone,
Slingin’ Doggy Woggy Doo Doo all the day,
I go to the yard,
Lookin’ really hard,
For the Doggy Woggy Doo Doo all the day!
…
Sometimes I do wish,
I got a gold fish,
But that’s not the way out it did play,
But I’m glad he’s mine,
With me all the time,
Making Doggy Woggy Doo Doo all the day!
…
Fare thee well!
Fare thee well!
How I wish he could eat hay…
But I’ve got my scoop,
Picking up his poop,
Slingin’ Doggy Woggy Doo Doo all the day!
…
When he’s full of pep,
Gotta watch my step,
What the ground is covered with ain’t clay,
I won’t go bare foot,
Always wear my boots,
Slingin’ Doggy Woggy Doo Doo all the day!
…
Fare thee well!
Fare thee well!
Well he thinks I’m in the yard to play…
But I’ve got my scoop,
Picking up his poop,
Slingin’ Doggy Woggy Doo Doo all the day!
Slingin’ Doggy Woggy Doo Doo all the day!
Slingin’ Do-ggy Wo-ggy Doo-Doo-all-the-daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much… Please… Please… No, really – you are too kind… Thank you… You are a great audience! Thank you…
Thank you so much…
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