No Shame

When afternoon drags
And ivory clinks on
Resting on rags
Under master’s bad song
Your ears start to creak
To notes that are wrong
There’s no shame in that,
You should howl along!

When rain beats the shed
Like a wicked old drum
A sigh from the desk
Makes you nose her thumb
Her fingers are dry,
Her stroke is glum
There’s no shame in that
Let her tickle your tum.

When trying to catch
Your master’s gaze
As they potter around
The garden maze
A shadow is cast
In which you sit proud
There’s no shame in that
You should sit there all day.