Our Doggy [Censored Version]

I’m going home to see our doggy;
He’s much better than a moggy.
Dog, doggy-doggy, doggy, dog.

He has a great long tail that he
Wags to show he’s pleased to see me.
Dog, doggy-doggy, doggy, dog.

He tries to lick my face but misses,
Ends up giving me French kisses!
Dog, doggy-doggy, doggy, dog.

We go for walks in pleasant places,
Up and down and round he races.
Dog, doggy-doggy, doggy, dog.

A happy dog, he bounds and frolics;
Can’t think why – he has no [censored].
Dog, doggy-doggy, doggy, dog.

When other dogs we meet, he’ll greet them,
Hedgehogs? Well, he’ll try to eat them.
Dog, doggy-doggy, doggy, dog.

He swallows blades of grass in vain as
Each, entire, falls from his [censored].
Dog, doggy-doggy, doggy, dog.

He hates to walk on hot days: how sad!
’though I’m English, he is not mad.
Dog, doggy-doggy, doggy, dog.

When we are eating dinner, our pet
Stands there, dribbling on the carpet.
Dog, doggy-doggy, doggy, dog.

We find, sometimes, our eyes are smarting.
That’s because the dog keeps [censored].
Dog, doggy-doggy, doggy, dog.

O, doggy, doggy, doggy, doggy,
Doggy, doggy, doggy, doggy.
Dog, doggy-doggy, doggy, dog.

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