Jump At Me -

You’re all milk and honey, a’ways after me

And the trace of your drool shows where I have been

It’s your favourite sport to chase whatever flees

You can’t bare to loose a thing you cannot reach

You jump at me every yime we meet

You jump at me, knock me off my feet

And drool all over me

You dig throuhg my garbage for a souvenir

I throw things at you: you fetch but never flee

When left in the dog-house you still look si pleased

Out to snitch my heart you’re straining at your leash