Cattle Dog's revenge



Now it ain't that I don't like dogs
I've got a few ya know
But these day I ain't too impressed
With bloody cross eyed Joe

Now he was the runt of the litter
Was he a pathetic little sight
But golly when it was feeding time
He'd put up such a fight

He'd stretch that mother's teat
Like it was flamin take away
Guzzling like a flamin pig
He'd be at it all damn day

I guess he was making up
For the undersize he be
But flamin hell at three months old
He towered over me

Now the time had come to say goodbye
We were giving pups away
He was costing us a fortune mate
Two pounds of beef a day

So into the truck we loaded him
With some other dogs we bred
When we started up to go
He went off his ruddy head

Over the flamin side he went
And off into the scrub
At least he was flamin gone
Hubba hubba hub

But just a few months later
As I was bent to milk old Belle
Seven pups crept up and bit
Be gawd it was damn hell

I raised me eyes in pain
And into bush I looked within
There stood all seven of them
With Joe's damn evil grin!

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