A true story of a little girl who had her dog flower stolen in North vietnam

We live in the countryside
In North Vietnam
Away from the city
Where those earthlings cram
Into tenement buildings high in the sky
And in wooden shacks
Where we hear babies cry

My name is “flower”
I’m a little girls pet
I run in her garden
And she does let

Me play with her ball
and her skipping rope too
She’s my sweet little friend
And I love her I do

She brushes me sometimes
And talks to me too
Sometimes takes pictures
It’s what children do

Sometimes she tells me she loves me
And I
Tell her I love her too
And she must try

Not to go out in the road
Not at all
But stay in the garden
And come when I call

So imagine the day when I called
Her and she
Did not come a running
And I couldn’t see

Her waggly tail
And her big happy eyes
And hear her bark
With a lot of surprise

All of that day as I went about
I was just calling flower asking her out
But she never came she was hiding somewhere
In the back of a truck in a place of despair

Ho Chi min ‘city
A bustling place
With all sorts of animals
It’s a disgrace
Rusty old cages bent
By the hour
and dogs crammed in all ways
Including young Flower

And there she did wait
For the trader to come
Her heart it was beating
As loud as a drum
She had been playing
In the garden and she
Was stolen by a moron
Who came around to see

He took her leash and
In seconds was gone
Pushed into a cage
And stolen upon
His truck bound for somewhere
Yes bound for here
For the small dog shops
The ones we can hear

Most of the dogs
Are as quiet as can be
They understand quickly
From noises, and they see
Cages and cages and all sorts of yelps
Shrieks of blue murder
For nothing there helps

The poor little girl
Looked just about everywhere
Already she was at the edge of despair
Tears in her big eyes
That ran down her cheek
Calling her name
Dear flower she did seek

But she got no answer
Nothing at all
Wherever she was
SHe just couldn’t call

Back, she was silent
And soon she knew why
When she saw her in a big pan
Roasted, and why

Because she had been stolen
By horrible men
Who sold her to dog tradersAnd that was when
SHe was manhandled crazily
And shoved in a crate
Till they murdered her slowly
And she knew of her fate

The little girl cried
When she saw her dear flower
Looked terribly pained
For in less than an hour

SHe was boiled in a pan
Till her hair all fell clear
Naked she was and so full of fear

She was beside herself
Tears everywhere
Seeing her baby
With all of her hair

Gone and her eyes looking
Up to the sky
And her face looking pained
As she was forced to die

It was so distressing
The anguish she felt
The ordeal was hopeless
And so she just knelt
beside her dear flower
And spoke to her she
Was crying so much
For someone to free

Her flower from this torture
This agonising pain
So she could play with her
Just play again

With no real concept
Of death as we know
She cuddled her, and kissed
Her
For she’d loved her so

but there on the dog stall
SHe was waiting her turn
To be chopped up and deep fried
All the concern

Was for flower she was gone
SHe was dead as a stone
And the little girl knew
This and just felt alone

The man in the shop
Told her to go away
She explained that this dog
Was her dog he did play

And live in her garden
But the man said to go
So she went home crying
How her tears did flow

Flower was soon carved up
And eaten by those
Who have mushrooms for brains
And cows dung for toes

Who have no heart or souls
Just shit in their ears
And who don’t understand
The concept of tears