He was a little fluffy white dog, well more accurately grey He'd jump and he'd run, he knew how to play Sometimes he barked persistently in the middle of the night Like I said, his owners didn't think he was too bright
Monty would sit looking up, while a raging torrent of words Flowed past him, for all we knew, he thought them completely absurd But amidst all the cacophony, a single utterance caught his attention He suddenly looked bright and alert, full of comprehension
The word 'walk' was dropped ever so briefly and offhandedly But Monty responded immediately and completely understandingly 'Walk' meant loads of fun, meant sniffing around Seeing nature in its glory, scampering over new ground Meeting old pals and stretching his limbs Twisting and turning at any old whim
Words like tobacco, alcohol and ecstasy had no meaning to him These words were easily lost in the general din They didn't signify excitement or having bucket loads of fun Sometimes I wish people had his kind of dumb!