The Owl and the Scruffy-dog went to sleep
In the Dog’s paw-print bed.
The Owl screwed his beak, for the Dog did stink;
Dreams of big bones in Dog’s head.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Scruffy! O Scruffy, my love,
What a beautiful Scruffy you are,
You are!
You are!
What a beautiful Scruffy you are!”