Well now it seems that I am growing old
And though I'm used to living in the cold.
I'm sick of standing gazing through the wire,
And need a little space beside a fire.
When I was young and splendid in my prime
The honours heaped upon me were sublime.
Then in your house I was a treasured guest
Admired and feted as the very best.
But now some other dog takes all your time
And occupies the place that was once mine.
The Kennel maids the only one I see
Nobody comes to pat or talk to me.
My bones are stiff with age, I need some heat
And find it hard to get up on my feet.
When folk admire the Trophies on the wall,
Remember then my famous name
That set your feet upon the path to fame.
Don't leave me here, unloved, behind the wire,
But find some small space beside a fire.

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