They dumped it on the lonely road, Then like a streak they sped; And as along the way I strode I thought that it was dead: And then I saw that yelping pup Rise, race to catch them up.
You know how silly wee dogs are. It thought they were in fun. Trying to overtake their car I saw it run and run: But as they faster, faster went, It stumbled, sore and spent.
I found it prone upon the way; Of life was little token. As limply in the dust it lay I thought its heart was broken: Then one dim eye it opened and It sought to like my hand.
Of course I took it gently up And brought it to my wife Who loves all dogs, and now that pup Shares in our happy life: Yet how I curse the bastards who Its good luck never knew!
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