bright eyes bushy tail

I know that to some I may sound ungrateful.
One day I’ll escape and I won’t be regretful.
A terrible bore – all the VIP perks.
That’s not how a Corgi works.

Venison, partridge, gold leaf,
Live probiotics - good grief.
Porcelain and silver and such,
Heavy on personal touch.
Imagine the things I could do:
Just give me a pasture or two,
A herd and a plain little hut
Fit for a plain little mutt.

I’ve heard of my ancestors’ talent with cattle.
With humans it’s always a great uphill battle.
It’s terrible manners – to nip at their heels
But that’s how a Corgi feels. 

Cushions and warm tailored coats,
Travels by airplanes and boats,
Butlers and footmen and such.
Bye now, I won’t be in touch.
Imagine the things I could do:
Just give me a pasture or two,
A herd and a plain little hut
Fit for a plain little mutt.

Away with the fairies? You mean like the legend?
Another existence I’ve always imagined:
Bright eyes, bushy tail and no royal controls
‘Cause that’s how a Corgi rolls.