OH, WHAT A FINE TRACKING MORNING !

There's a blanket of fog on the meadow,
There's a blanket of fog on the meadow;
The grass is as high as my Bouvier's thigh;
And a heavy grey overcast covers the sky.

All the cattle are standing like statues,
All the cattle are standing like statues;
I'm sure that they're all far away from our track,
And will wait 'till we've run it before they come back !

It's been raining for nearly a fortnight,
It's been raining for nearly a fortnight;
The wind's non-existant,the temperature's low;
And my Bouvier tells me "All systems are go ! "

All the dewdrops are sparkling like diamonds,
All the dewdrops are sparkling like diamonds,
Except for the sweep of the tracklayer's stride;
So if we don't pass , I'll commit suicide !

Oh, what a fine tracking morning!
Oh, what a great tracking day !
These are the perfect conditions
To T.D.X. my Bouvier !
Yes, I'm sure of passing today !