It’s Not Fair

Sitting on the fence staring at my friend
Whilst she is washing up all I can do is hold my hands
It’s not fair she will not play or take the time to chase me away
All because her brother is here today it’s not fair

If here on the fence I sit she’ll flap a teatowl at me flick, flick, flick
Then off I hop, tail in the air looking back making sure she’s there
It is a game we play each day I really hate it when she’s away
Today BJ chases me away it’s not fair it’s not his game

Still her brother goes this afternoon but not until it’s getting late
Tomorrow morning I’ll be there sitting on the fence or gate
Then we can carry on our game and things will soon be just the same
My friend, the garden fence and me perhaps I’ll let BJ join in we will see.

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc

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