Ollie is my puppy's name—he's made of cloth and stuffed with foam.
He's a rambling dog and oh, so hard to find!
“Mum,” I say, “I can't find Ollie!
I've his dinner and he's late!”
“Well, the last time I saw Ollie
He was by the garden gate.”
Ollie often plays a game of hide and seek when he gets bored.
He's a clever dog and knows just where to hide!
“Mum,” I say, “have you seen Ollie?
Now he's hid himself from me!”
“Well, the last time I saw Ollie
He was in the beechnut tree.”
Ollie sometimes likes some time and space to be all by himself.
He's a pensive dog and needs his privacy.
“Mum,” I call, “I'm short one Ollie!
And it's nearly time for bed!”
“Well, the last time I saw Ollie
He was in the old tool shed.”
Ollie has a silly way of making accidents occur.
He's a clumsy dog, I can't keep him in line.
“Mum,” I say, “the fault was Ollie's,
I am not the one to blame!”
“Well, the next time I see Ollie
I'll say he should be ashamed!”
Ollie often spends his nights with me all cozy in my bed.
He's a cuddly dog when we're tucked up real tight.
“Mum,” I say, “I love my Ollie,”
As the Sandman comes in sight.
But my Mum just kisses both of us
And then turns out the light.