The Mystery Dog

It follows me, this big dark dog,

Everywhere I go.

He doesn’t smell of anything

Which does annoy me so.

I don’t think he’s a terrier,

(He doesn’t look like me),

His back is round, he has no ears

I wish that I could see

Him better, that he’d just stand up.

He’s always lying on the ground,

That lazy pooch,

Oh, just get up!

He’s never nearby when I wake,

Only when I’m out,

And if it rains (or it is dark),

He hides from me and I have doubts

That he is ever there at all

But then, when the sun shines,

He darts about the park with me

All of the bloody time.

I cannot catch him when I run -

Even if I’m fast -

He’s aways right there next to me

And never running too far past.

I find it rude that he won’t come and

Introduce himself.

I’m very friendly, I won’t bite,

And whenever I say hi myself

He runs about as fast away as I do run

To him,

I’m getting sick of all his games,

God help him, the day that I catch him.