Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}

Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}

Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}

Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}

“I have discovered by examining my past,

That I started out as a child.

Coincidentally, so did my brother.

But he was a big bully.”

Bill Cosby

I will never forget that hot miserable summer

When I worked as a caddy with my brother Ed

He forced me to carry all those heavy golf clubs

And my back always ached at night lying in bed

And the whoppers he told our dear old mother

About how he - Big Ed - had to do all the work

If dear old Mom only knew the horrible truth

And to this day she still thinks I’m a lazy jerk

He never even shared any of the money we made

He would use it to buy himself ice cream and pie

And he always had candy bars hidden in his sack

To this day when I see a potato sack I want to cry

And I’ve just seen in his recent Author’s Den poem

That he’s still ravenous now wanting to barbeque me

I guess it’s a good thing that I ran away from home

Or today I might be a Big Ed Happy Meal Memory

Who let Big Ed out {woof, woof, woof, woof}

Who let Big Ed out {woof, woof, woof, woof}

Who let Big Ed out {woof, woof, woof, woof}

Who let Big Ed out {woof, woof, woof, woof}

©2006, Little Ed's Memoirs