I pity the man who has never known I pity the man who enters his gate I pity the man who never receives, I pity the man with a hatred of dogs;
The pleasure of owning a pup;
Who never has watched his funny ways
In the business of growing up.
Alone and unnoticed at night,
No dog to welcome him joyously home
With his frantic yelps of delight.
In hours of bitterest woe,
Sympathy shown by a faithful dog
In a way only he seems to know.
He is missing from life something fine;
For the friendship between a man and his dog
Is a feeling almost divine.
I pity the man who enters his gate
I pity the man who never receives,
I pity the man with a hatred of dogs;