Arthur The Dog

Where have you been, Arthur you mutt, you pooch, you hound
Where have you been, Arthur don’t you know where your home is now
You poor stupid loon, did you bark at the moon
Did you nest in a bed of leaves
You frightened us bad
We were scared of the roads and the cold and the spiteful dog thieves
All the landlords and the drunkards, and walkers
And runners from Pilton to Glastonbury Tor
Searched car packs and meadows and cranny’s and shadows
Did you know you were pired for
Where have you been, Arthur, my love, my friend, my one
Where have you been Arthur, cruising a roads for fun
The wind at the door, the slam at the gate
The creaking of the trees
The rain on the roof, the chill in our bones
The worrying of what might be
All the farmers and teachers and wardens were
Reaching out over hills and beyond
But you slip your dog lead to dog shit alley
You must know you did something wrong