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

I wonder what he carries

In his carrier bag?

Just as the day is dawning.