Picasso's Dog

Picasso’s Dog

Picasso’s dog has seven eyes
Copper wings, sometimes he flies
Three legs in front and three behind
Picasso’s dog is in his mind

Picasso’s dog has purple feet
And a bright green head like a parakeet
There ain’t a rabbit he can’t find
Picasso’s dog is in his mind

Sometimes he sings
Sometimes he prays
Sometimes he whispers
And sometimes he bays
Sits on a purple hill and howls at the moon
A Greek translation of Clair de Lune

Picasso’s dog has crimson spots
Sits at the drums and plays rimshots
Sometimes he thinks love ain’t really blind
Picasso’s dog is in his mind

Sometimes he runs
Sometimes he walks
Sometimes he lays there
Looking up at a hawk
Chases dream rabbits across the dunes
And buries his bone in the heart of June

Picasso’s dog hangs on the wall
And stares at a cat hanging down the hall
Like raw sugar, he’s unrefined
Picasso’s dog’s is in his mind
Picasso’s dog is in his mind
Picasso’s dog is in his mind