Otis Is Flying

OTIS IS FLYING
Me and Otis down by the river
Walking together in the heat of the day
Me on my two feet, Otis on his four feet
As the geese fly south down the Hudson River flyway

And the geese look down at the old railway station.
In his imagination Otis is flying
It’s the existential angst of the Labrador Retriever
And it will last until suppertime

What if our lives were measured in dog years?
Would I still be here? I can’t figure it out
So we turn toward home where supper is waiting
The river flows on and the geese fly south

And the geese look down at the old railway station.
In his imagination Otis is flying
It’s the existential angst of the Labrador Retriever
And it will last until suppertime
And it will last until suppertime