‘Twas really a rotten day
When all things went wrong
And you needed lots of hugs
A comforting word of love
Rank, name, serial number
The guard barked at me
So I trotted down to the bar
For some chilled chardonney
Something to warm you by
Till your blues were gone
Bartender said, we’re closed
Please come back tomorrow
Then you searched for a friend
To speak to a familiar face
Enjoy an amicable word or two
Perhaps a whiskey or beer
Sorry mate, not in right now
Am on a hot, really hot date
When you couldn't get someone
To share your day’s burden with
You turned to old faithful, your dog
Always waiting for you at home
But it’s full moon, he’s on the prowl
He has his own life too, grrrrowl
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