Billy the Dog

When I've fallen down and hurt my 

knee 

Billy the dog comes up to me.

He sits close by and licks my hand,

He always seems to understand.

When Daddy's scolded me and said,

''I'm cross with you, go up to bed!''

Billy the dog comes with me, too,

And that's a friendly thing to do.

And if I'm frightened in the night 

Because I haven't any light,

Billy the dog is sure to creep

Beside my bed till I'm asleep.