The Heelers Lament.

Author Unknown.

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 both were cattle dogs,
From Queensland way they came,
They worked the mobs in heat and dust,
I'd like to do the same.

There is 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!



Back to Dog Poems

Articles

Back to Health Issues

Back to Home Page