Where would you go? What would you do?
If today I stopped restraining you?
Across the street? Around the park?
Or would you just stand still and bark?
The neighborhood would be so freaked
To see what havoc could be wreaked.
You’d herd the kids or chase a cat
And strut around to prove you’re fat.
You’d wag your little tail of fluff
While snooping through their private stuff.
You’d lure them in because you’re cute
And sneak away with all their loot.
Upon their bushes you would pee
And then you’d come back home to me.
The cops would then take me to jail,
I’d plead my case to no avail.
All of this just sounds too hard.
I’m putting you back in the yard.