I own a Border Terrier called Zack
Whose nose is cold, wet and black
He sniffs all around, nose glued to the ground
Blimy I should have trained him to track
I own a Border Terrier called Zack
Who has such a rough hairy back
He runs round and round, with Bessie the hound
But neither will bloody come back!
I own a Border Terrier called Zack
Who steals my shoes from the rack
He would take off and run, have all sorts of fun
and then tease me until I would crack
I own a Border Terrier called Zack
After daycare he just hits the sack
By sleeping a day, he'd be raring to play
Then lookout Wiggly Zacky is back!!!!
1 comment:
Ha ha, now that's got us thinking. Will see if we can do one.
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