There Was A Nutty Sheep-Dog
Way Back In Ancient Rome
The Emperor Brought Him Back From Wales
To Work In His New Home
The Emperor Was A Cruel Sod
There-‘d Never Been One Meaner
When His Lions Chomped On Christian Chow
He-‘d Laugh Like A Hyena.
He Dressed The Christians, All In Wool
So The Dog Took Them For Sheep
He Would Round Them Up Toward The Lions
That-‘s How He Earned His Keep
So Mad This Dog, And Keen As Well
Would Chase The Sheep Until He Fell
The Only Way To Make Him Rest?
A Bag Over His Head And Chest.
The Arena In Rome Was Named After Him
Though You Won-‘t Hear That In A Museum.
How The Emperor Would Shout, -Å—guard, Remove The Bag,
And Let The Collie See-‘em