Pillow Bandits

Old Red loves to chase the mailman's truck,

But there's one thing he loves more than luck,

When the lights go down and the house is still,

That ol' hound dog goes and has his fill.

With a wag of his tail and a gleam in his eye,

He'll make a move with a joyful sigh,

Grabs a throw pillow from Mama's room,

Time to let his instinct bloom.

Oh, them pillow bandits on a midnight spree,

Never saw a stuffed cushion they didn't see,

Humping away like there's no tomorrow,

Leavin' us behind in fits of sorrow.

Buster found a plush in the living room,

Now it's gone to the dogs, we'd better assume,

He's got no shame, he's just pure delight,

Making every cushion his own spotlight.

We laugh and we sigh, and we shake our heads,

Them dogs turning pillows to their canine beds,

Life’s little circus under the moon’s glow,

Humpin’ happiness they surely show.

Oh, them pillow bandits on a midnight spree,

Never saw a stuffed cushion they didn't see,

Humping away like there's no tomorrow,

Leavin' us behind in fits of sorrow.