Little White Bandit

He’s a little white bandit

If he can’t steal it, he’ll demand it.

If he can’t have it, he just can’t stand it.

And he’ll do whatever he has to, to land it.

He’s a French breed of a dog – a “bichon fries”.

That means “fluffy lapdog”, easy to say.

And he’s plump spoiled rotten,

just like all of daddy’s pets.

Whatever daddy’s got, little bandit gets.

When daddy has a snack, he’s right by his chair,

Barkin’ and cryin’ to get his share.

When daddy’s at the dinner table, he’s right there.

Momma doesn’t like it but daddy doesn’t care!

If there’s meat on the counter,

you know it is not safe;

He can jump like a kangaroo and run like a thief.

And he’ll get away with the dastardly act.

‘cause he’s got an “accessory after the fact”.

Momma may holler, but the dog won’t unhand it

‘cause he knows his daddy will understand it.

He’s his little bandit.

~ Author unknown

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