I see him sometimes at four in the morning

The man with the black cap

He walks his dog,

And apart from a nod

He’s not one for talking

He’s always there at four in the morning

The man with the dog

I guess he’s retired from some early morning job

Now he’s got the time

For walking

Still, it’s a grand time, four in the morning

For a man with a cap and a dog

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The King of the garden is dead

And now the vultures come

For once before they would fear to tread

But not now, now the King is dead.

The King was a battered mongrel dog

Who kept his enemies at bay

And no cat would dare to enter his domain

Whatever the time of day

The cats roam fearless now

And in the midday sun can quietly lie

Or dance and pla...

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