Gather around the fire, kids, and listen to Uncle Dad.
I'll tell you a little story, that's long and short and sad.
It's full of hope, it may make you cry, and if it does I'm glad,
but if it don't, well that's ok, that doesn't mean it's bad.
It's about a day, one night, last year, two hours ago next week.
It's about a man, and a little boy, and a dog that couldn't speak.
So just sit tight, don't wobble. Cover your eyes, don't peek.
But if you do, well that's ok, your Uncle Dad won't freak.
Now let me just get ready here, I'm not quite finished yet.
I need a boost to get me going, as gone as I can get.
It's not a long tail, on the dog that is, that curled up as he set,
but it stood straight out in front of him whenever he was pet.
Now the boy, he was a happy lad, but sullen and ornery, too.
He had so many games to play he didn't know what to do.
So he put them in a box so small, but forgot to tie his shoe,
He tripped and fell on up the hill and marveled at the view.
The man just stood there, sitting down, and couldn't believe his eyes.
And the dog sat too, and turned around, and covered his surprise.
Then the boy rolled over and upside down and looked up at the skies,
at the birds and clouds and red balloons that all ignored his cries.
So he gathered up the toys and put them all back in the box,
and he tied his shoes right tightly over his two holey socks.
Then he climbed up oh so carefully down through the brush and rocks,
and quickly built a castle out of his ABC blocks.
The dog, he couldn't stand to just sit there and watch as Jones,
built and stacked and crafted with his box of wooden clones.
So he jumped right in and ripped and dug among the blocks and stones,
And taught poor Jones a lesson,
Never build block houses where the doggie stows his bones.