Barker bailey what a dog

He barks and fresh air and at fog

He will bark all day and bark all night

And not the words SHUT UP in sight

The neighbours they all moan and groan

But not even one will throw a stone

Now me I’ll throw a brick or two

I’ve even been known to throw my shoe

Bailey looks at me through the garden fence

With his little white teeth he looks quite tense

He knows that given half a chance

I’d put a rope around is neck and make him dace