Dogcraft

That nose, that fur, that hair
That sly can’t-catch-me stare
That draws me from my chair
It’s dogcraft

And I’ve got no defense for it
The urge is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do?

’cause it’s dogcraft, doggone dogcraft
And although, I know, it’s strictly absurd

When you persuade me to agree
My heart says yes indeed in me
You're treating me as something to herd

There’s no real dialog
But this stick I won't hog
’cause I can’t keep this dog deferred

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(Got midi?)
(Also c.f. Sinatra, FA)