I wonder why that dog does stare as I sit on my little chair

She stares at me and wags her tail, as I look on and wail

She comes closer but mummy’s there and shoos it off without a care

Mummy says I’ve not to wail, the dog just wants to wag its tail

She comes back, her tail still wagging, as I grab hold it starts its shouting

As it turns I laugh and shout, to mum I said, I’ve got it now

She runs in and drops the tin the dog cries out and what a din

She grabs my hand as the dog runs out and yelps about

As she kneels with tears in her eyes I wonder why she does cry

She tells me no that I shouldn’t do, grab her tail or she’ll grab you

But I said I want to share to wag her tail and stroke her hair

Did I ask to share with her before I went and grabbed her tail

Silly mummy I did say the dog can’t talk to me I wail

So the dog can’t talk I would agree so you shall have to then ask me

We shall ask the dog quiet nicely if we can stroke her fur so shiny

Then she just might wag her tail to tell us all its nice and dandy.