High, high, high
Up in the southern sky
On cloud nine
My penthouse looks divine
Low, low, below
I see them moving slow
Lesser mortals, lowlives:
A Dog Civilization thrives
They can’t move fast
For they aren’t destined to last
They bark and they fight
Eat, **** and mate day and night
In houses and on streets
They live with whosoever greets
And though they stink
They claim they can think
Now from my penthouse I see
Another penthouse way above me
From there on my foot, a bone fell
Enchanted, I started wagging my tail.
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 12:59 AM UTC
High, high, high
Up in the southern sky
On cloud nine
My penthouse looks divine
Low, low, below
I see them moving slow
Lesser mortals, lowlives:
A Dog Civilization thrives
They can’t move fast
For they aren’t destined to last
They bark and they fight
Eat, **** and mate day and night
In houses and on streets
They live with whosoever greets
And though they stink
They claim they can think
Now from my penthouse I see
Another penthouse way above me
From there on my foot, a bone fell
Enchanted, I started wagging my tail.
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