Not For Me (For a working Collie)

Not for me a warm basket in front of the fire
I'm out on the moors and I'm over the fell
Rounding up sheep and bringing them in
I work for my living and do my job well.
Not for me are the brushes and powders and such
Or rosettes and ribbons or trophies and shields
My honors are won in the hail and the sleet
Bringing the sheep home safely through the fields.
Not for me are the plaudits that come from the crowds
Or the praise I could win as Best in the SHow
The shepherd may give me a pat on the head
For digging out lambs that are buried in snow.
Not for me are the pavements or trots in the park
For I like to run at a furious rate.
All through the bracken and all through the trees
And over the hill with the wind in my face.
Not for me a smart collar or even a lead
A collar gets caught in the bramble and thorn,
A whistle is all that is needed for me
I work for a living, that's why I was born.

Put A Sock In It ( For a bull-dog)

I've got a poultice on my foot
A lump upon my toe
And on it is a little sock
All bandaged with a bow.
The vet said change it every day
He went and showed mum how,
But as the foot belongs to me
I'm changing it right now!
I've got a poultice on my foot
Mum tied it on again.
Although I've tried to get it off
With all my might and main!
Podge came to have a look at me
Regarding it with scorn
And then she went and pulled it off
And threw it on the lawn.!
I've got a poultice on my foot,
Mum's running out of sock.
She put another bandage on
Tied firmly round my hock,
But Podge and I have had a talk
When mum goes out the door,
I'm sure between the two of us
We'll get it off once more!

I Wish I was ....... (For a bull dog)