These dogs of mine lay down the law
They rule me with an iron paw
Here’s the lead and there’s the door
THE DOGS MUST HAVE THEIR WALK
In force eight gale and driving rain
The snow in three foot drifts has lain
But when the clock strikes three again
THE DOGS MUST HAVE THEIR WALK
Though stricken down with Asian ‘flu
Nose bright red and ears pale blue
Amidst the suffering that I knew
THE DOGS MUST HAVE THEIR WALK
What e’er disaster may befall
Tho I can only limp or crawl
Here’s one who must obey the call
THE DOGS MUST HAVE THEIR WALK
The Queen herself could call for tea
But if the clock should stand at three
It’s no good looking out for me
THE DOGS MUST HAVE THEIR WALK
And when St. Peter names the day
And comes to summon me away
“Before you go” I know he’ll say
THE DOGS MUST HAVE THEIR WALK
And my idea of heaven would be
A score of wagging tails to see
All waiting for a soul like me
TO TAKE THEM FOR THEIR WALK
(A. L. Sation)
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