My wife has made up songs for each of our three cats. Our two Maine Coons have as their songs a parody of The Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze for Fred, and A Bicycle Built for Two for Lefty. Our little American shorthair that moved down with my wife from Long Island has a song that is a perky melody with lyrics that are entirely her name Bella repeated. Okay for our cats. From time to time, brad has posted photos of his dog which is a specific breed called the Louisiana Leopard Catahoule. The Catahoule is so fun to say, it's been roving around my brain like a carefree dog for months, the verbal version of an ear worm. Irresistible.
So I have written a one verse song to the tune of the Battle Hymn of the Republic to honor the Catahoule breed:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of this wondrous little dog,
he runs around the cane fields and every hill and bog,
he rearranges gardens and sticks his head in jugs,
his paws go marching on.
Glory, glory catahoula, glory glory catahoula,
glory, glory catahoula, his paws go marching on.
(Wild applause go here.)
So I have written a one verse song to the tune of the Battle Hymn of the Republic to honor the Catahoule breed:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of this wondrous little dog,
he runs around the cane fields and every hill and bog,
he rearranges gardens and sticks his head in jugs,
his paws go marching on.
Glory, glory catahoula, glory glory catahoula,
glory, glory catahoula, his paws go marching on.
(Wild applause go here.)