A Dog in Winter
(To the tune of 'Men of Harlech', which is apt as my dog comes from Wales.)
(To the tune of 'Men of Harlech', which is apt as my dog comes from Wales.)
Who would have a dog in winter?
Not as bright as Harold Pinter
In the arse it's like a splinter
At this time of year!
Buster's not my buddy
When he gets so muddy
He is no confederate
He's just a filthy beastie
Walking is like trudging through a
Vile and putrid open sewer
And to have a dog a dog in winter
Is a bad idea!
(Aww, I don't mean it Buster)
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