Giles.
He patrols by the house, you snakes all beware,
Raccoons, possums and squirrels, you take care.
A hundred pounds of fury glides, silent in the night,
Now he is silent to everyone's delight.
When that mouth opens up, his voice will shake the air,
To think of him as vicious would not be all that fair.
'Cause if you are invited in and settled in a chair,
He will let you pet his head and throw balls in the air.
Frankly I am all delighted he keeps such troubles out,
That he would defend both of us, of that I have no doubt.
So, if you're an urban Democrat, listen to me, hear?
May God bless and keep you far away from here.
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