Happiness hit her like a train on a track, coming towards here stuck still no turning back. She hid around corners and she hid under beds. She killed it with kisses and from it she fled. With every bubble she sank with her drink and washed it away down the kitchen sink. The dog days are over, the dog days are done. The horses are coming, so you better run. Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father. Run for your children, for your sisters and brother. Leave all your love and your longing behind. You can’t carry it with you if you want to survive. The dog days are over, the dog days are done. Can you hear the horses? ‘Cause here they come.