Our Traffic Cop

We have a street dog in our town That chases autos up and down, And tries, by every dog known ruse, To make them mind their Ps and Qs. Most often, by the West Side Park, I hear his animated bark — This self appointed, canine cop, Who works the dog-town "Go" and "Stop". All careless drivers passing by Get one mean look, from his sharp eye, Bare teeth, a growl, or a bitten tire — For this wise dog is full of ire!!

Ah me, for just one happy day, I'd love to be this dog, this stray! I'd tell some drivers what I think, As they steal my rights, with a laugh and wink. I'd growl, and bark, bare teeth, and fight, And chase the speeders with all my might! 'Tis well for the peace Of that "Hell bent" crew That a stray dog cop I "no can do".