Cruisin’ to a shore with a dog
His picture graced a post on the blog
He’s a nice old love that don’t bite
Baby, maybe you’re wrong
But you know it’s all right - that’s right
Zeke looks like a llama.
Zeke looks like a llama.
Zeke looks like a llama.
Zeke looks like a llama.
Zeke looks like a llama.
Zeke looks like a llama.
Cruisin’ to a shore with a dog
His picture graced a post on the blog
He’s a nice old love that don’t bite
Baby, maybe you’re wrong
But you know it’s all right - that’s right
Zeke looks like a llama.
Zeke looks like a llama.
Zeke looks like a llama.
Zeke looks like a llama.
Zeke looks like a llama.
Sometimes they look so aloof.
A condescending llama
Sits by a sun-splashed creek
You’ll never see aught calmer
Than a sated, posing Zeke
I suppose my offering could be classified as doggerel.
Jesus, I’ve been to that park countless times. I was born and raised in Livermore, California.