Each morning he beats you down to the shed, Later, he grabs a
snooze on his bed. Then he’s here, there and every-where, Running up
rows chasing wallabies and hares. He rides the four wheeler, jumps into the ute, he hangs ’round barrels,
in the tractor he’s cute! He sniffs the ferment, asks you for more. He welcomes the visitors at the cellar
door. There’s pruners, bottlers, a delivery-man in a truck, There’s bin trailers, and spilt grapes if he’s in luck! A winery dog is man’s
best friend, ‘Cos really, he runs the show from beginning to end.