Mister At the Dog Pound

There once was a dog born in July With three brothers and a sister, oh my! In five months he was taken to the pound And there by a family with a baby was found. Home they went, but within a month did know That jealous of the baby the dog did grow. So, back to the pound he was taken But the little dog did not feel forsaken. All his friends were waiting there Oh my, he didn't have a care! Brave and bored in a cage he sat Staring across the room at a large yellow cat. One day anoher two-legged being came by To stare, and smile, and say with a cry: "Look at that face ... what a face! Oh my, I want to take him home to my place!" "What's his name?" she asked the clerk with a sigh. "His name is Logan", the clerk did reply. Logan? Logan is a strange name to be, He doesn't look like a Logan that I can see. But he's certainly masculine, oh my What a barrel chest and little head held high! Such a face so strong and wise, With those big limpid brown eyes. He looks for all the world to see Well ... he looks like a, like a Mister to me! So Mister the Dog found a home Leaving his friends at the pound all alone.