How morning fresh her fine blond hair,
how light and loose her limbs
the little girl, Rebecca,
whose daddy swears to her
after Nipper’s torn
two ragged life long holes
into her cheek
that he’s really a sweet
lil ole doggie
who just loves to play,
and after Daddy says
“why, he’s just a sweet
lil ole doggie” often enough
she says it now herself
over and over
stroking its head,
shaking her
fine golden threads
before Nipper’s eyes,
assuring her little friends,
” No worries
He won’t bite
He’s just a sweet
lil ole doggie”
over and over
because Daddy told her so
and she’s so eager to believe
Daddy’s so to be believed,
it must be so,
so don’t you say any bad things
about this sweet lil ole doggie anymore,
do you, Rebecca,
why, it’s a cockerole spanish