i had a little dog
but he could not climb a tree
he was not a cat or a frog
and all he wanted was to be free
i called him alexander
because he was not free from sin
but he thought the view was grander
from the window of the inn
he begged me please to change his name
to peter or to paul
i told him he had to play the game
or be the death of us all
i heard a knocking in the wall
and knew the hour had struck
and now await the bishop’s call
to hear him spout his modern muck
