My dog has dug a great, big hole;
he wants to hide his bone.
His tail is wagging happily —
he thinks that he’s alone.
I see him drop his bone inside;
he thinks it won’t be found.
But I intend to take that bone
when Spotty’s not around.
Soon Spot will dig the garden up
just looking for his treat.
He’ll dig and search and search and dig
which really will be neat!
Cause my mom has some work for me
and there will be no pardon.
She said this coming Saturday —
I have to dig the garden!
The Lonely Meatball 