Frank the baby

There was a lady
She had a baby
She said "I'm gonna call him Frank, as in Bough"
And he was lovely
And pink and cuddly
It was a shame that he had such a nasty cough
He was so hairy
That it was scary
And his bristles they were thick and they were dark
From head to toe
The fur would grow
And his cough began to sound more like a bark

Poor old Frank
All he can do is waggle his tail
Cock his leg
Sit and fetch and beg
Cos Frank the baby turned into a dog
Chew a bone
Sniff at shit
Fetch and beg and sit
Cos Frank the baby turned into a dog
Clean his bum with his tongue
Oh what a lot of fun
Cos Frank the baby turned into a dog
Frank the baby turned into a dog
Frank the baby turned into a dog

© Belinda Carbuncle

Slim Paul says: Sir, I do not say it is wrong to produce self-complacency by drinking; I only deny that it improves the mind.

Soundman Rob says: Turned into a what?

Slick Nick and Slim Steve say: Dog.