The children go inside to play,
For all the streets must empty.
Somewhere, a dog is barking,
But not your dog.
The clouds will close the day,
For all the Suns should rest.
Somewhere, a dog is running,
But not your dog.
The winds will quiet, stop,
Make all the whistles cease.
Somewhere, a dog is whining,
But not your dog.
The cars must be brought in,
For all the roads should calm.
Somewhere, a dog is lapping,
But not your dog.
The moon will pale tonight,
For all the stars should shy.
Somewhere, a dog is howling,
But not your dog.
The trains pull into stations,
Conductors all have beds.
Somewhere, a dog is sleeping,
But not your dog.
The cartoons all have dogs,
For children love them so.
Some tales have dogs that never die,
But not your dog.