I am that dog you wanted to know
Loyal, sincere without too much guile
What I lack in style I gain back from crow
Sit back and rest your quest for a while
I am that dog, that howls, called wolf
I am that dog who handles the flow
Year of the Dog and so I am human
More that I grow, more that you know
I have a singular strategy
To augment my own energy
I can bark at any entity
To augment my serenity
I am that dog…
I am that dog used to dig out injustice
A rescue mutt for those trapped in a life
An advocate of those learning to trust us
A working dog who reflects on the strife
I am that dog who loves his meatball
A marvelous Mastiff who savours his mate
Using rhyme crimes to laugh at reality
Locating late sign to understand fate
I wag my tail and when I smile
The bitches gather around me
I have this thing for poodles so
Why do those bulldogs hound me
I am that dog...
I am that dog you thought was sleeping
Best let me lie before pulling on my tail
I am an idea you thought worth keeping
Just like a business plan that cannot fail
I am that dog you knew would protect
What’s true for you is the truth for me
There is no case, no cause that I reject
Tracking senses to the bone of what can be
I dig my holes and cache my goods
My neighbour’s know to avoid’em
There are bad dogs around the hood
I hoped God had destroyed them
I am that dog…
I am that dog and you’re the green ball
My attention towards you does not drift away
From the last of October to the first of November
My connection with you is locked onto play
I am that old one, now almost 400 dog years
I am that bold one sticking my nose in too deep
I get my fair share of bee stings and tears
My true core ambition is more food and sleep
I dig my claws and won’t be moved
Steadfast and solid, I’m centered in sound
I own the process whereby I am grooved
Chase after cats and it’s off to the pound
I am that dog…
© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf
What I lack in style I gain back from crow
Sit back and rest your quest for a while
I am that dog, that howls, called wolf
I am that dog who handles the flow
Year of the Dog and so I am human
More that I grow, more that you know
I have a singular strategy
To augment my own energy
I can bark at any entity
To augment my serenity
I am that dog…
I am that dog used to dig out injustice
A rescue mutt for those trapped in a life
An advocate of those learning to trust us
A working dog who reflects on the strife
I am that dog who loves his meatball
A marvelous Mastiff who savours his mate
Using rhyme crimes to laugh at reality
Locating late sign to understand fate
I wag my tail and when I smile
The bitches gather around me
I have this thing for poodles so
Why do those bulldogs hound me
I am that dog...
I am that dog you thought was sleeping
Best let me lie before pulling on my tail
I am an idea you thought worth keeping
Just like a business plan that cannot fail
I am that dog you knew would protect
What’s true for you is the truth for me
There is no case, no cause that I reject
Tracking senses to the bone of what can be
I dig my holes and cache my goods
My neighbour’s know to avoid’em
There are bad dogs around the hood
I hoped God had destroyed them
I am that dog…
I am that dog and you’re the green ball
My attention towards you does not drift away
From the last of October to the first of November
My connection with you is locked onto play
I am that old one, now almost 400 dog years
I am that bold one sticking my nose in too deep
I get my fair share of bee stings and tears
My true core ambition is more food and sleep
I dig my claws and won’t be moved
Steadfast and solid, I’m centered in sound
I own the process whereby I am grooved
Chase after cats and it’s off to the pound
I am that dog…
© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf