TWA HAIRY DUGS
TWA HAIRY DUGS
Twa hairy dugs
Walking doon the street,
Raking in the buckets
Tae find a bite tae eat.
Licking oot a puddle
Tae git a nice cool drink,
Survival on the streets alone
They really have tae think.
Sleeping on a stoory cloot
Tae shelter fae the storm,
Huddled up nice and ticht
Tae keep each ither warm.
Hiding in the summer
When it gets too hot,
Resting under bushes
In a nice wee shady spot.
Begging fae the bairns
When they can be fussed,
Fir the end eh a chocolate biscuit
Or a nice wee piece eh crust.
The wee yin is Chips the Westie
The big yin resembles a poodle,
Wi his hair so long and straggly
The bairns call him pot noodle.
They wander through the streets by day
In weather rain or fair,
They never leave each other’s side
They’re such a handsome pair.
The dugs are havin a rare auld time
And they`ve forgot about the threat,
Of the council dug warden snooping aroond
And his great big capture net.
Wee Chips been captured doon the park
He`s tangled limb from limb,
Then pot noodle jumped right in the net
Just to be beside him.
Carted af in the back eh a van
Wi nae hope tae be found,
Washed, fleed and a hair cut
Then locked up in the pound.
They whined and whined all day and nicht
On a two week long endeavour,
Now their tails are wagging
As they`ve put them in together.
An auld boy wanders in wan day
He`s been looking fir a dug,
His real names Hugh McIvor
But his friends aw call him Shug.
But Shugs not really that auld
He`s only sixty three,
And he wants a big dug tae go walking wi
And a wee dug fir his knee.
He disny ken what dug tae git
As he lets out a big long sigh,
So he`s brought someone to help him
His grandson who`s called Tye.
This is the last time i`m comin here
I`ve already had three trips,
Till he spots a pair of sleeping dugs
Called pot noodle and Chips.
They really are a braw wee pair
All snuggled nice and ticht,
He`s found the dugs he`s lookin fir
And he’ll tak them hame the nicht.
Auld Shug has introduced himself
And they start tae lick his chin,
The papers are signed the car doors open
And they both jump happily in.
A wee drive home and a nice wee walk
And they aw begin tae tire,
Then in a soft new bed they get cooried in
Beside a great big roarin fire.
Auld shug is now a happy man
He has company all day long,
Walks and cuddles af twa hairy dugs
As he hums a happy song.
Pot noodle and chips are happy tae
No need tae wander and roam,
They’ll spend their days wi auld Shug
In their braw warm forever home.
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