My friend and I, we walk together all the time,
In weather that is bad or fine,
I call her new puppy, good old rover,
And yes he loves to roll in clover.
We walk in evenings every day,
After tea in the pub, this we do come what may,
The canal is were we like to go,
Where the water is very, very slow.
Duck on canal side
Rover loves to see the boats,
As on the water they do float.
And he likes to meet the ducks,
As they waddle in the muck.
He fell in, me almost too,
Up to his ears, me - to my boobs.
I sorta pulled him out, his tail swishing water to a beat,
My mate; well she was pishing her self - "what a treat".
Our daily pub walk is our pleasure,
A love of a drink called "tea" you can not measure,
Best of friends that we are,
I'll get Rover to drag her in the canal next time; what a little star!