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| The Heelers Lament |
| I am only a back-yard dog I am sure you will agree I'm cheaper than a security door That's why these folks have me I never get out for a walk I'm fed on table scraps My water bowl is getting low They'll fill it up - perhaps? I bark when people come around To frighten them away I know I can't get to the front And so, I'm sure do they My parents were both herding dogs From Scotland way they came They worked the mobs in heat and dust I'd like to do the same There's no joy in this back-yard At times it makes me spit To think I'm doing solitude For a crime I didn't commit! -Author Unknown |
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