You're A Dog





At the kennel where they bred you they were raising fancy pets,

Yellow didn't matter, so the blood was blue.

But the Red Gods mixed a medicine that cancelled all their bets--

Make your tail say "thanks," they've made a dog of you.



You have heard the wolf-pack howling and have barked a full defiance;

You have chased the moose and routed out the deer;

You have worked and played and lived with man in honorable alliance,

You have shared his tent and campfire as his peer.



When you might have copped the ribbon you have worn the

harness-collar,

Pulling thrice your weight through brush and slush and bog.

Sure, you might have been a "champion," without value save the dollar,

But the Red Gods made you priceless--YOU'RE A DOG!





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