Majestic Mr. Baxter
Looking at His lands
Loving all the people
Created by pawhands
He princes and He prances
As He watches human dances
A lovely ballerina
Sees, says “I shall let”
After all, it was His gall
To invent the pirouette
It was this Dog that made it all
The them, the you, the me
And don’t ya know that this whole show
Was made…so he could pee
Long ago there was a day whence
Baxter’s bladder ached
But Universe said “not until”
“I get what you can make”
And so it clasped him, yes it’s so
The Universe was mean
It wanted worlds and people, life
And all things in between
So Majestic Mr. Baxter
Rolled his eyes, said “yes”
“If I must, I’ll stir this dust”
“But warning: it’s a mess”
And it was so
She let him go
As yellow rain poured down
Creating gold, Kings of Old
And all those pretty crowns
Do not forget this tale, I’ve set
For life, it’s not a curse
It’s beautiful, and God is Dog
When written, in reverse
