read by Marion Beaumont, with help from Louis, who as you can see has no sense of occasion …
When God had made the earth and sky,
The flowers and the trees,
He then made all the animals
And all the birds and bees.
And when his work was finished,
Not one was quite the same,
He said: I'll walk this earth of mine
And give each one a name.
And so he travelled land and sea
And everywhere he went
A little creature followed him,
Until its strength was spent.
When all were named upon the earth
And in the sky and sea,
The little creature said: Dear Lord,
There's not one left for me!
The Father smiled and softly said:
I've left you to the end.
I've turned my own name back to front
And called you, Dog my friend.