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Terrible Thing


That vicious black dog Has attacked me again It was lying in wait, I just didn't know when The storm clouds rolled in The weatherman couldn't predict it I gotta wait for the storm to pass Until then I'll feel melancholic Grumpy gray skies Will haunt me all my life And terrible black dogs Will always cause me strife I can call animal control And lock the dog away Or I can move somewhere That the sun will always stay But dogs get loose And reek havoc all the same And no place can survive Without a little rain But rain comes in torrents And rabid dogs come charging It's an inescapable part of life That renders me to barging This terrible thing Happens time and time again But it can never be predicted Exactly when But life still goes on As all storms will pass The dog may be biting, But things can change fast Sunny skies are waiting With flowers blooming abundant All these bad times will be fading And happiness will ensue
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