Number 73, Rufus Four Legs!

Rufus Four Legs.

Rufus came to stay today,
Rufus came from France;
He has come a long, long way,
And taken quite a chance....

We met him from the Cherbourg boat,
Down at Portsmouth docks,
In a shaggy dark grey coat;
Johnnie says he rocks!

He slipped out through the dockyard gates,
And jumped into our car,
He and Johnnie became mates,
Before we had gone far...

My neck and ears all got a wash,
As we drove him back;
Rewarded with a bowl of nosh,
And a walk along our track.

Rufus brought his bed and toy,
A collar and a lead;
That and love is all this boy,
Will really ever need.

So now our family has grown,
One more mouth to feed;
We’ve got a dog to call our own,
A dog he is indeed!

He’s big and hairy, bold and bright,
His ears are down and up;
His nose is black, his feet are white,
His face a bit close-up!

There’s a naughty look in his eye,
While Johnnie eats his tea;
Don’t you even think to try...
And steal something from me!

No creeping in with us tonight,
You’re underneath the stairs;
You’ve got your own bed now, alright?
We’d rather not your hairs!

But Rufus couldn’t care one jot,
He’s home and safe at last;
He seems contented with his lot,
His wayward days are past!



© Stephen Saunders

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