Chorus:
Ziggy won’t blog, nor will he tweet
Ziggy won’t blog, nor will he tweet
Ziggy won’t blog, nor will he tweet
He’s got a job to do.
When I was young I used to bark
At any noise out in the dark
And any stranger at the door
Encountered my most fearsome roar.
But then my master signed up for
A security system for his front door
Motion sensors on the front walk
Smart lighting that knew how to talk
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He stuck a little black thing up on the wall
Told him if a strange cat had come to call
Or if the cat that wanted in
Was the unique cat that belonged to him.
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My master’s cat was a black and white
the smart little black thing got that right
So it opened the door wide with a clunk
And in sashayed a stinking skunk
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So my master tore that system out
And he said to me, “Without a doubt,
These smart machines ain’t half as smart
As a good old dog with a watchdog’s heart.
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