Baxter Has a Bed
Mr Baxter has a bed
It’s magical, the God dogs said
For he can take his bone, you hear?
And make that thing just disappear
How did you get that so tucked in?
What sorcery is this? Such sin
I gave the rawhide for your teeth
But now it’s buried underneath?
I am not joking, you get that, right?
I really want to know tonight
How you used your small dog head
And hid that bone inside your bed
The corners, sure, they puff right out
But that’s not what I’m talkin’ bout
Okay, maybe they’re kind of soft
And your idea just went aloft
You took the thing and buried it
Between the fluffy piece of knit
And Lo behold, it went away
Dangit Baxter…just sit. Just lay.