BACK UP , BABE
Every evening Rover goes along the verandah where
The kids are watching videos -
Settles down to scratch and doze.
Chin on paws, free to dream, one eye on the
Remembering the day that's been -
'Me and the Boss, the perfect team.'
Back foot twitching, sound asleep, mustering
The careful cast, the forward creep -
Awoken by his own sharp 'Yip'.
Jumps upright, both ears prick, gives the nearest
face a lick,
'What is this film? Some sort of trick?
Pigs working sheep! Would make yer sick!'
Now when Rover roams the place he checks the pig
sty just in case
The inhabitants show any trace
Of trying to invade his space.
'Pigs, you and me will get on fine as long as
you blokes toe the line,
Mob control's no job for swine,
Keep off my patch, the sheep are mine.'
Dogs and hogs declaring war, sheep confused, farm
Bacon banned, pork served no more -
'Babe' - you've much to answer for !!!!!