Harry the Wu

He's a Maltese-Shitzu cross.

What can I do, Harry the Wu,

A policeman will come

And ask questions of you,

He'll pull out his book

And his pencil, too,

And look very sternly

At Harry the Wu.

 

Oh, Harry the Wu, what did you do,

While I was in bed

Going down with the flu,

I didn't get up until

Half past two,

And you're so impatient,

Harry the Wu.

 

I knew there was something that

I had to do,

I had to get up and feed

Harry the Wu,

That bowl in the fridge of

The left-over stew

Was meant for your dinner,

Harry the Wu.

 

Oh what can I do, Harry the Wu,

They'll probably lock you

Away in the zoo,

And then you will miss me

And I'll miss you too,

Life is a tragedy,

Harry the Wu.

 

I thought that you knew,

Harry the Wu,

That there are some things

You are not meant to do,

Now all that is left is

The Postman's shoe,

His hat and his bag

You have eaten them too.

 

What can I do, Harry the Wu,

You've ripped off the policeman's

Trousers, too,

You'd better go hide in

The chimney flu,

Stop wagging your tail at me

Harry the Wu.

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Very cute! Harry the Wu sounds like he's quite lively. I love the poem and the smile that it evoked.