As it be in the morning pitch black dark.
Walking to breakfast at Allendale I hear a bark
I look with a stare through the fog
It’s an prisoner walking a dog.
The dog’s color is brown and black
With a streak of white down his back.
Some of the colors will begin to blend
As I get closer to cafeteria the barking ends.
They are approaching me just as I like
To make out clear its Fred and Spike
He trained Spike with no rod
When you see them they are like two peas in a pod.
As I continue walking to my right I see a stack of old logs
It is a beautiful thing to see Allendale Dogs.
