On a fine September morning, when everything was quiet
A dog I know called Henry, decided he would riot
A Trial would take place later, but he wanted to explore
So he galloped off to look around: which way? He wasn't sure
For Norfolk is expansive for a dog away from home
With fields so big, he didn't know which way he ought to roam
So he took a bus to Fakenham that happened to pass by
The folks onboard were friendly and Henry wasn't shy
He settled in, admired the view and through the window scented
A covey of nice partridges, whilst his owners were demented
Henry had no money and couldn't pay the fare
So they left him there at Fakenham, where he said a little prayer
It dawned on him: he had done wrong and the driver of the bus
Said," Henry don't you worry, or even make a fuss
I'll drive back very slowly and see who we can find"
When he spotted Michael Daly, who really had been kind
He was standing by the roadside with a Gordon on a lead
The bus pulled in, they had a chat and both of them agreed
Post haste a car was soon arranged, the dog was overjoyed,
Back safe and sound with no harm done, you couldn't be annoyed
