and all through the town,
every shelter is full -
we are lost, but not found,
Our numbers are hung
on our kennels so bare,
we hope every minute
that someone will care,
They’ll come to adopt us
and give us the call,
“Come here, Max and Sparkie -
come fetch your new ball!!
But now we sit here
and think of the days…
we were treated so fondly -
we had cute, baby ways,
Once we were little,
then we grew and we grew
now we’re no longer young
and we’re no longer new.
So out the back door
we were thrown like the trash,
they reacted so quickly -
why were they so rash?
We “jump on the children,
“don’t come when they call”,
we “bark when they leave us”,
climb over the wall.
We should have been neutered,
we should have been spayed,
now we suffer the consequence
of the errors THEY made.
If only they’d trained us,
if only we knew…
we’d have done what they asked us
and worshiped them, too.
We were left in the backyard,
or worse -let to roam-
now we’re tired and lonely
and out of a home.
They dropped us off here
and they kissed us good-bye…
“Maybe someone else will give you a try.”
So now here we are,
all confused and alone…
in a shelter with others
who long for a home.
The kind workers come through
with a meal and a pat,
with so many to care for,
they can’t stay to chat,
They move to the next kennel,
giving each of us cheer…
we know that they wonder
how long we’ll be here.
We lay down to sleep
and sweet dreams fill our heads…
of a home filled with love
and our own cozy beds.
Then we wake to see
sad eyes brimming with tears -
our friends filled with emptiness,
worry, and fear.
If you can’t adopt us
and there’s no room at the Inn -
could you help with the bills
and fill our food bin?
We count on your kindness
each day of the year -
can you give more than hope
to everyone here?
Please make a donation
to pay for the heat…
and help get us something
special to eat.
The shelter that cares for us
wants us to live,
and more of us will,
if more people will give.
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