Imagine a dog name Farkle and all the trouble he could get into. I did!
Farkle Was His Name, Oh
I had a dog raised from a pup
Farkle was his name … oh
I had a dog raised from a pup
and momma yelled ‘shut that mutt UP!’
Farkle was his name … oh.
I had a dog raised from a pup
and momma yelled ‘shut that mutt UP’
and toilet water he liked to sup!
Farkle was his name … oh.
I had a dog raised from a pup
and momma yelled ‘shut that mutt UP’
and toilet water he liked to sup!
He chewed on grass, then Fark threw up.
Farkle was his name … oh.
I had a dog raised from a pup
and momma yelled ‘shut that mutt UP’
and toilet water he liked to sup!
He chewed on grass, then Fark threw up.
Laid on the ground … spread belly up.
Farkle was his name … oh.
I had a dog raised from a pup
and momma yelled ‘shut that mutt UP’
and toilet water he liked to sup!
He chewed on grass, then Fark threw up.
Laid on the ground … spread belly up.
Fark saw a fly, lickety split
Farkle was his name … oh.
I had a dog raised from a pup
and momma yelled ‘shut that mutt UP’
and toilet water he liked to sup!
He chewed on grass, then Fark threw up.
Laid on the ground … spread belly up.
Fark saw a fly, lickety split.
It was a bumble bee he spit.
Farkle was his name … oh.
I had a dog raised from a pup
and momma yelled ‘shut that mutt UP’
and toilet water he liked to sup!
He chewed on grass, then Fark threw up.
Laid on the ground … spread belly up.
Fark saw a fly, lickety split.
It was a bumble bee he spit
stuffing from other end flew, flit.
Farkle was his name … oh.
I had a dog raised from a pup
and momma yelled ‘shut that mutt UP’
and toilet water he liked to sup!
He chewed on grass, then Fark threw up.
Laid on the ground … spread belly up.
Fark saw a fly, lickety split.
It was a bumble bee he spit
stuffing from other end flew, flit.
Mom gave that dog away … it shit!
Farkle was his name … oh.
Farkle was his name … oh.
Very cute. I think most of us has had a dog, or dogs like that.. our current dog loves to snap at bugs. I'm just waiting for the time when it's a bee. Rescued, I named her Mercy. I thought it was an appropiate name, plus when she gets into trouble, it's no Mercy.
Your poem is as hilarious as the picture. But then again, as a little girl, losing Farkle was probably a big deal that you never forgot. As bad as that little dog was, you loved him.
Ron