Come In Stranger

Working in the yard
With nothing to do
Along comes this saint Bernard
He stops and then he pursues

Crouching down like a dastard
I walk over to only find a bruise
As much as I want to disregard
I refuse

I walk closer
and try to pick him up
but he growls like I'm an abuser
I try not to get to close-up

For he may accuse
He lets out a yaup
So why do I prolong?
I give a yell, and say, "Come In, Stranger."

Stay strong
For you are out of danger
It won't take long
Until I can call you my own