Today is the day, I start my new house job

I have to meet, this mystery person named Bob

Driving my plug, of a life time horse named walk

I seem to have had him forever, and he can talk

We reached the mansion of job, and we went in

The horse stayed on the porch, with his toothy grin

Bob it seemed liked to sing, and loudly can laugh

He has a very large backyard, which has a giraffe

Going into the upstairs attic, where I will now sleep

Walk and the giraffe called neck, can go with the sheep

My job it seems, is to keep the roof and walls from falling down

Laughing and doing comedy jokes, and certainly acting like a clown

When we travel and are on the road, we sleep in a caravan so it seems

Now we can just stay here, in this large town of a home within our means