My
Buddy
My
Buddy
Sunshine moods with his funny attitude
He creates a fuss, his nose everywhere
Actually a pest of love as he tries to share
He doesn't understand why he's left at home
Dad packing our bags as the hours tic away
Mom yelling loudly, she has to do her hair
Buddy under our feet trying to be elite
In reality like playing musical squares
The dog's pet sitter keeping Buddy at ease
It never fails that my suggestions flee
Put him on a raft, send him down stream
Free at last from his howling sounds
Maybe the zoo would take him for free
What would we do without Buddy around
Fishing with Buddy, sleeping near the pond
As Bud chases anything that moves around
Chews on everything that isn't nailed down
Licks your face when you lie on the ground
Vacation at last, only our Buddy will frown
Written by: Wayne Norman © October 19, 2000
