PUPPY FARM BLUES
No one to hear my lonely cry,
No one to clean my filthy sty,
No one to care if I give a scream,
I'm just a fat puppy machine.
No fun and games, nor yips and barks,
No cool pond to go splish splash,
No rustling grass or bunny tracks,
No scented woods to sprint and dash.
No chance of sun upon my back ,
Nor to hear the song of the lark,
No one to hear my desperate bark,
All there is , is the cold and the dark.
No toys to play with,
No bouncing ball,
No leads and wellies in the hall,
No one to teach me how to 'sit'.
Sometime there's change,
So I've been told ,
By the empty crates,
Of the sick and old.
No one to hear my lonely cry,
No on to care if I live or die.