Down in the dumps

Me and the seagulls we were looking for lumps

They all get scared when off of one of the bumps: jumps

I have to clutch

I have to tell him his commands all in Dutch

He likes to treat but he don't like to touch much

I forget to fix his card

Down on Richmond Boulevard

Running through the yard, keenly.

High on the hills

They laid the sod thought they were full of the fills

Now when we're searching I swear all of the kills stills

Wrinkling his brow

He takes a sniff and drags me over there now

He looks all worried when he tells me a bow wow.

I forget to fix card

Down on Richmond Boulevard

Running through, keenly.

Shade by the sheds

I drink a coke he digs a hole and he heads,

Back where they came, where the trucks leave their treads, speds

Over the sift,

He goes all round it past the end of his shift;

I make him leave he lets me know he feels miffed, stiffed.

I forget to fix my card

Down on Richmond Boulevard

Stumbling through the yard, sleepy