I've got the post-surgery, recupery blues.
These darn old stitches, they cause me itches.
I'm wearing a shirt to keep out the dirt.
Mom won't let me play, have to stay calm all day,
I've got the post-surgery, recupery blues.
I want to chase the squirrels, jump around and twirl.
Instead they give me kong-ball eats and a new toy that squeaks.
Please wish me well, I'm sure you can tell,
I've got the post-surgery, recupery blues.
P.S. I know recupery is not a word, but it rhymes better than recuperatory and I'm taking poetic licence. Woof.