Julius the Corgi

Whose stumpy legs strut down Saint Stephen

An aimless floofy angel sent from heaven

Or covert fruit from Eden's Garden

Or Is it a message that the universe comes crashing down

Every time that that little dog comes around?

Or is it perspective that the only way to feel pleasure's to chase it with pain

But without pleasure in punishment, then what is to gain?

When Julius looks up, time seems to just stop

At one foot tall, how could you see he's really Cerberus

Sent to unleash all hell upon us

When I look you in the eye

In fear, I ask, "Why?"

Pulling your ears back, you smile

Or if it's a message that the universe comes crashing down

Every time that little corgi comes around

I see it's perspective that the only way to feel pleasure's to chase it with pain

And without pleasure in punishment, then what is to gain?

Well, if it's a lesson that in pleasure the universe only serves to betray

For a corgi's face, I'll gladly learn that lesson again