I could have been yours so never do what they did to me will you?

This morning
I was happy!
sitting in the yard
I’d just had my brekky
a bone, boy was it hard

Then, I saw my dad packing
my lead, my balls, my cage
are we going on our hol’s
I found him hard to gauge

I ran across to see him
yap at him and see
what now was he doing
but he didn’t look at me

no patting hand
no nothing
what had I done wrong
I chewed the kitchen stool last
week
but still I did belong

didn’t I
I sensed his mood
his anger and his woe
all those pooper scooper bags
in the bin did go

oh dear!
its looking ominous
what’s to become of me
he’s taking me down to the pound
that’s where I must be

the one way trip to no where
a needle up the arse
and no one there to say byebye
death for me 3rd class

stuck inside some plastic
bag and tossed into a truck
dearie me another dog
who just ran out of luck