Schmutt
The alarm when I knocked on the door
The phantom under the couch
That knew when the cats wanted in
He often sqweaked like a kiddy toy
A pat on the head was his reward
For being a good guy
And it was enough for him
To be the household friend
The last time I saw him, though
He didn’t bark when I knocked
That puzzled me a little but
He got his pat on the head anyway
The Guy whose name can’t be said
Whistled for his sweet little invention
To finish his business and
Come on home
I hope there is a fine couch to sleep under
And a knock on the door occasionally
Take a nice nap there my friend
Three firm knocks; that will be me.
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