Some Ruff Conversation

I went for a walk in the meadow And spied an old dog in the hay; Now old dogs know old tricks much better- And none is so tricky, as they. I walked close, to peek at him sleeping But nary a word would I say; Cause when old dogs are sleeping dogs, dreaming- Well it's better to let sleeping dogs lay. I left him un-bothered and sleeping, I left him passed out in the hay, And went on my way, till the night time- And hope every dog had his own day. And should every day have it's own dog, In this dog-eat-dog world where we be, Just remember who lies down with dogs Is bound to get back up with fleas.