A Dogs Life

Oh I think a dog I'd be,
to lie smugly by the fire,
I'd bark at a cat or a fly or a man, or anything else I'd desire.

I'd wee anywhere that I wished too,
including on those I disliked,
although on the downside it'd be hard,
riding any kind of bike.

I could bring people brandy in snowdrifts,
and even be sent into space,
I could win all the human peoples,
in any running race.

I suppose I'd miss the cinema though,
or any kind of zoo,
and having one of those collars when injured,
would be less than amusing too.

So I'm mostly content to be human,
and be able to drive and re-wire,
but I'm still just a little jealous,
of the dog in front of the fire.