(with aplogies to William Shakespeare)
All the world's a walk and all our four-legged friends are merely walkers
All the world's a walk and all our four-legged friends are merely walkers
They have their setting off and coming home
and one dog in her time has many roles.
At first she is the cuddly puppy
Innocent and charming in her clumsyness
And then the young dog, always keen to learn,
Each new trick a jewel in her crown.
Some dogs are to a working life assigned
Some fight crime and others lead the blind.
Guarding a warehouse or bringing in the sheep
Happy that their talents have been recognised.
They hold their heads up high and fix you with a gaze,
that says it all. "I've proved my usefulness"
No less important are the family pets
Unparalleled in loyalty and charm
Fetching a slipper or a stick
for Prince or poor man (to dogs they're all the same)
Let's not forget the cruel hand of Fate
deals some poor dogs a less than happy home
Some are rejected, like last season's coat
and tossed aside, or, even worse abused
All power to those who strive to end this wrong
and give these uncomplaining creatures Hope.
For man, and dog old age is still the same,
the bones will start to ache and senses fail.
But pleasure still is seen in nice warm fire,
a tasty meal, kind words and pat on furry head.
And dreams of puppy games, in comfy bed.