FROM A TRUCK

The view from here is great for me

I sit so high that I can see

[For Boss has pointed out to me],

The horses in the fields we pass

Silly arse!

My window down, we cruise so well

Until I catch that sweetest smell

Of bacon - Oh Boss do I belong,

Right here, and now upon this seat,

Sniffin' meat!

It never matters where we are

I much prefer the truck to car

We roam together wide and far

With me right here, upon my seat

Meet and greet!

Dogs like me, we know our place,

And show the world our windblown face

We cause a stir and cruise with grace.

While Boss is earning with each mile

My smile!