The chubby puppy sleeps all day
And doesn’t come when called.
The chubby puppy sleeps all night
And in his bed lays sprawled.
The chubby puppy comes to life
When food’s put on his plate,
But running in the park? Oh no!
For running’s what he’d hate.
Then when the children fetch his lead,
You’ll hear his fearsome snores,
For he’s content that they go out
Whilst he just stays indoors.
The chubby puppy yawns and yawns
And then, of course, curls up –
And of all the pups I’ve ever met
He’s the plumpest, laziest pup.