with apologies to all the boys from Bon Jovi and thanks to Perl who inspires me.
It's all the same,
only the food has changed
Every day, Mom's cooking away.
She drops some crumbs
I run to get them all.
I'd wait all night just to get a taste!
I'm a beagle, I beg and I whine,
I want some bread or some pie
Wanted, bread or some pie
The food I smell, the pantry is so close
If I can open the door, I can get some treats for me
Here comes Mom, she's opening the door,
and closing it again,
I'm denied food once more.
I'm a beagle, I plead and I cry,
I want some bread or some pie
Wanted, bread or some pie.
(This is where Richie would play a rocking guitar solo)
I pace the floor, the dishwasher is open,
I'll stick my head in, but I'll have to act fast
I'll likely get caught, but still I will try
If I don't get some crumbs, I will
just start to cry
I'm a beagle, a red harness I wear
I want some bread or some pie
Wanted, bread or some pie
I want some bread or some pie
Wanted, bread or some pie
Thank you, I'll be here all week. Don't forget to tip your waitstaff.
Perl on Aug 24 at 12:11 PM