The old house creaks gently as we sleep
Barking, panic and fear, an evil burglar monster is quite near
Hush little dog, it is okay, just a creaking roof

The tree outside rustles in the wind
Giant spider creeping up the wall, I must attack it before we all die
What are you doing dog, trees are not evil

At 4 a.m I fall to sleep, dreams merging together
In the morning I awake, my human does not want to play he must be sick
Little dog I'll play with just after my coffee.