“Speckled Dot”

He's Your Speckled Dot, He's Never a Not,
He'll Be Your Favorite Gift With a Bow.
An Empty Parkin' Lot, Mr. Runnels Forgot,
This Patchy Puppy Closes All Shows.
If You Know What Nobody Knows,
Just Say So, Then Behold,
Your Speckled Dot He Goes,
to Your Home.

He was born a Patchy, then grew real snappy,
he loves to give kisses to Gramps.
His Momma approves, but what's she gonna do,
when Grandpa orders too many stamps.

'Cuz one lick, two licks and three licks, four.
It ends when mama poops on the floor.

He's Your Speckled Dot, He's Never a Not,
He'll Be Your Favorite Gift With a Bow.
An Empty Parkin' Lot, Mr. Runnels Forgot,
This Patchy Puppy Closes All Shows.
If You Know What Nobody Knows,
Just Say So, Then Behold,
Your Speckled Dot He Goes,
to Your Home.

Music and Lyrics, April 14th, 2021, 1:26pm:
Peter J. Beauchemin