Fred the dog

Fred O Fred

Pure and simple

Never to tell a lie or a riddle

Tossed to and fro by boisterous winds

Let me this day implore O Fred

Let me be your owner

Under the sun you pant and roll

In the rain you hide in shades

Licking the uttermost dirt of Lagos

At nighttime you bark at your neighbors

Habitation of flies and dung

Yet still pure and true

Fred O Fred

Come and be my dog

For even the dogs are more reverred than you

Come on my chap

Be my dog O Fred