
My dog is sitting in our car,
and I can tell he’s mad.
His tail is sure not wagging
which means he isn’t glad.
I’d thought it would be funny
to play a little joke,
and so I’d hollered “Car, car!”
My sleeping dog awoke.
His tail began a-wagging,
just like I knew it would,
so in the driveway by the car
the two of us soon stood.
I opened up the car door,
and Henry jumped inside,
and then I started laughing
and called him to my side.
But Henry wasn’t budging.
His tail no longer wagged.
“Come here, Boy! We’ll go inside,”
I whined before I nagged.
So now my folks are mad at me
and said that it was bad
to get poor Henry all worked up
then make poor Henry sad.
And so they have decided,
and I’ll admit I cried
cause extra chores I now must do
while Henry gets a ride.