RE-INCARNATION

Stuck in my truck in traffic queues

I have much time to sit and muse

On different things I sit and ponder

What would I be if I came back from yonder

Would I be a horse,a lion,or a moggy

Not on your life, I'd be a top stud doggy

And of all the breeds I'd like to be

The best of all is a G.S.D.

At shows ,of course, I'd be top dog

Around the ring like a well oiled cog

Then at the bitches ring I'd sit and dribble

And pick the ones I'd like to nibble

I'd have high withers ,free flowing gait

I'd make those bitches pant and wait

A noble head, a good strong back

I'd give the other dogs the sack

Now Bluebeard would look quite a fool

My stud book diary would be full

Around the shows I'd strut with pride

My talent sticking out a mile

And being smart when they fired the gun

I'd stand erect,not move or run

Because I know if I made a twitch

I might miss out on onother bitch

They could bang papers,flick their boards

But I'd let out with my vocal cords

I'd let them know they don't scare me

Because I'm the greatest G.S.D.

Money for my owner I'd make a pile

But me I'd just lay down and smile

I'd lay all day by the kennel gate

Just waiting for a bitch to mate

I'd peer all day along the street

For breeders with their bitch on heat

In their right hand a big fat cheque

And me,poor soul, would be a wreck

And if a bitch liked me as a top sire

I'd use my loaf and would not fire

And being smart I'd still be waiting

When she came back for another mating

And when I'd finally dreathed my last

I'd say to myself "What a lovely past"

Inscribed on my headstone "Poor old Bob"

"He died ,as usual, on the job"

The traffic moves, I slip the clutch

A top stud dog I like it much

But knowing me and my bad luck

I'd be knocked down by a bloody truck

But then it could be worse than that

I could come back as a neutered cat

But heaven forbid, it could be neither

I could come back as a woman driver

By Eddie The Pom