Lullaby for a Lab Mix
The full moon hunts alone tonight.
He dreams his dreams in black and white,
but you may dream of what you like,
so close your eyes and sleep.
The squirrels have immunity,
they know that you are here with me,
but there’s nothing good on squirrel TV
so they curl their tails and sleep.
Those kids will stagger home before
their drunken shouts have turned to snores,
and they will not break down our door,
so close your ears and sleep.
Run now, run through pungent woods,
on silent loam;
hunt while you can with us, for soon
we must all go home.