A Dug, A Dug

By Bill Keys

Hey, Daddy, wid ye get us a dug ?
A big broon alsation ur a wee white pug ?
Ur a skinny wee terrier, ur a big fat collie?
Aw, daddy,get us a dug.  Will yi ?

Whit! An’ whose dug’ll it be when it durties the flerr,
An’ wets the carpet and messes the sterr?
Its me ur yer mammy’ll be tane furra mug.
Away oot’n play.  Yer no getting a dug.

But daddy thur gi’en them away
Down therr at the RSPCA.
Yu’ll get wan fur nothin, so ye will.
Aw. Daddy, get us a dug, Will ye?

Dji hear um?  Oan aboot dugs again?
Ah think that yins goat dugs’n the brain.
Ah know whit yu’ll get: a skite oan the lug
If ah hear ony merr aboot this bloomin dug.

Aw, Daddy, it widny be dear tae keep
An’ah’d make it a basket fur it tae sleep.
An’ah’d take it fur runs away ower the hull.
Aw, Daddy, get us a dug.  Will ye?

A doan’t think thurs embdy like you:
Yi could wheedle the twist oot a flamin’ corkscrew.
Noo! Get doon aff my neck.  Gies nane a yur hugs.

Aw right.  THAT’S ANUFF. Ah’ll get yi a dug.

Aw Daddy.  A dug. A dug