Bark bark bark Let me get up to see It appears my dog is summoning me Bark Bark Bark That old familiar sound As I peer out the window With my loud mouthed hound Bark Bark Bark Looking in the distance I finally see Why she’s been barking at me Bark Bark Bark There’s a leaf in the yard And it’s blowing away This is how we’ll spend Most of our day
There was a Young Lady of Tyre, Who swept the loud chords of a lyre; At the sound of each sweep She enraptured the deep, And enchanted the city of Tyre.