The dog he was a beauty,
He was red and larger than most
A Hungarian Vizla was his pedigree
he was a pointer, well that was his boast.
He would point at the ants on the ground
he would point at a bumble bee
he would point at a butterfly resting
he'd point at whatever he'd see.
One more of his qualifications
was that he'd eat anything that was found
paper tissues and cardboard boxes
were the favourites of this crazy hound.
He ate socks from the laundry basket
he ate underpants, knickers and shoes
he ate them all with relish
and he looked very well on them too.
Nothing was safe from this menace
to him they were tasty and cool
Like the Christmas tree confetti
and those balls of cotton wool
The confetti gave them all a reminder
if they needed it, of Christmas cheer
When he went to the toilet the message came through
and was spread on the grass far and near.
The cotton balls were his defences
against cats that invaded his space
He would turn and then sight with his backside,
hitting the cats in the face.
Our Ralph is a legend around us
People know when he comes into view
That they'd better be hiding their goodies away
or Ralph will be having a chew.
Copyright December 2014 by Deric Barry