A NEW DOG AT NUMBER SEVEN

There's a new dog living at number seven
A sandy golden mongrel in pet lovers heaven
With a bright new leather collar he's looking so fine
A matching leather lead for his exercise time

He thought nobody loved him when left abandoned on the street
His crime was scratching carpets up chewing slippers of smelly feet
So outcast like a demon left unwanted and unclean
The canine angel and her spouse became his saving dream

Number seven is now his paradise with bowls of further choice
For eating at his princely leisure his perfect masters voice
So now slumbering in comfy basket he sleeps then eats and plays
He dreams in pleasant pastures forgetting his underdog days