Preview: Cock A Doodle Do to Macbeth


Oh Where, Oh Where Has My Little Dog Gone? 


Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone;

Oh where, oh where can he be?

With his ears cut short and his tail cut long, 

Oh where, oh where is he?


A lady in Bootle had a sweet little poodle

That she felt could be a winner at Crufts.

She was ready to spend on the kit and caboodle,

If on the outcome she felt she could trust.


She searched yellow pages for the best beauty parlour,

For one that could transform her pet,

With a neatly groomed coat and a diamond collar,

For celebrity in the dog world all set.


She found a salon on Hope Street in Liverpool

And discussed with them all her needs:

Her pet must have ears with long hair, old school,

And a short tail like the best of his breed.


The poodle was sensitive; when he heard of her plans,

At first he felt really worried

But she explained he’d be in the very best hands,

So off to the parlour he scurried.


Sad to relate, the beautician mixed up

The instructions, though clear to the letter.

She imparted short ears and long tail to the pup,

The reverse of what his owner knew better.


When she saw the result, the lady was really upset

And buried her head in her hands.

The dog was more so and started to fret,

Then ran away to some unknown land.


When she uncovered her face, the poor dog had gone;

She searched around low and high.

But the fact he was missing quite quickly did dawn

And at full voice, she started to cry:


Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone;

Oh where, oh where can he be?

With his ears cut short and his tail cut long, 

Oh where, oh where is he?

   C    © Harvey Sagar 2013