After getting his fingers nipped
When putting letters through the door,
The Postman leaves them in the street
And doesn't call here anymore.

Scamps just goes plain crazy
If he sees a moving light,
Like reflections off a watch face
Or cars passing by at night.

Then there's his rubber toy,
Which used to bounce and squeak.
Now it's torn and split and chewed
And it lost its squeak last week.
First thing in the morning
He leaps upon your bed.
He licks your face
To wake you up,
Then sits right on your head!

He never tires.
He never stops.
He never slows right down.
He's always running to and fro,
Either that or bounding around.

And if you try to catch him
Or bribe him with a treat,
He slips right through your legs
And runs off down the street.

He's a bouncing bundle of energy
And sometimes you just despair,
But, if you're really honest,
You can't imagine him not there...