Mistah Jake

Mistah Jake
Takes a walk, by the lake
He talks to me

He don't need a reason
For any season
Don't need a reason to keep walkin'
Mistah Jake

By the door, I know what he's waiting for
I grab his leash as he steps down the porch

Up on the hill
Eating berries gets his fill
Sniffing whatever that could be
Never felt so free

Now comes a scurry
In a big hurry
A walk complete
Means he gets a treat

Death can't face
The being known as Jake
An evil glare
Is no match for Jake's stare
Nothing could stand in the way
Of Jake chomping the food on your plate



Credits
Writer(s): Declan Kennedy Poehler
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