Sammy and Daddy,
Sleeping on the bed.
Laying so still,
You’d think they were dead.
Yet they’re instantly alert,
At the very slightest sound.
Ain’t gonna get caught
By no sneaky old hound.
The Christmas bells are ringing!
Groovy way to make a living.
Yes, my kitchen’s really swinging,
Making Sammy’s and my Thanksgiving.
I wandered about the countryside,
Till no longer could I roam.
Returning to my domicile, I learned
Sammy was so happy I came home.
Sammy jumped into my lap,
And settled down to take a nap.
Normally, that’s fine with me,
But suddenly, I have to pee!