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.
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
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