[Verse 1] Brutus is a red-haired bundle, little golden doodle boy Mini paws and floppy ears, a pocketful of joy Dad and Mom and girl and boy all gather when he comes Four arms open, hearts wide out, here our little red cloud runs [Pre-Chorus] He hops across the living room, two feet then four Every day with Brutus brings a brand-new story more [Chorus] Oh Brutus, Brutus, beautiful boy You turn a quiet afternoon into a parade of joy We hug you when you’re sweet, we chase you when you roam No matter where your puppy feet go, you’re always coming home [Verse 2] One bright day he slipped the gate and headed for the green Straight across the golf course like the fastest pup they’d seen Master called him, Brutus kept on racing with a grin Dad came chasing, Mom came scolding, “Buddy, where have you been?” [Pre-Chorus] He finally stopped beside a tree, his little chest heaved fast Then looked up with those pleading eyes, hoping trouble wouldn’t last [Chorus] Oh Brutus, Brutus, beautiful boy You turn a quiet afternoon into a parade of joy We hug you when you’re sweet, we chase you when you roam No matter where your puppy feet go, you’re always coming home [Bridge] Dad knelt down and pulled him close, the lecture faded out Brutus gave a bunny hop, then spun himself about He grabbed his squeaky rocket, shook it left and right Then bothered old Zoey till she gave him quite a look tonight [Verse 3] “Brutus, please,” said Zoey, “I am resting on my bed I am old, my legs are tired, go chase a toy instead” But Brutus nudged her shoulder, “Come on, Zoey, play with me!” She turned away and closed her eyes: “Young man, let me be.” [Pre-Chorus] And when he tried his puppy tricks, the family said, “No, Brutus, no!” He blinked and sat beside the treats, pretending not to know [Chorus] Oh Brutus, Brutus, beautiful boy You turn a quiet afternoon into a parade of joy We hug you when you’re sweet, we chase you when you roam No matter where your puppy feet go, you’re always coming home [Outro] After all the hops and zooms, the toys and treats are done Brutus curls beside us, warm beneath the setting sun Dad puts one arm around him, girl and boy lean near Mom smiles down at sleepy paws: “Our favorite boy is here.” Goodnight, Brutus, rest your head, let every wild day cease Our little red golden doodle, finally cuddled into peace
