To be imprisoned is my fate
It makes me feel so sad.
The concrete stretches everywhere
Could I have been so bad?
I know that I once had a home
And loved my owners well.
How did I end up in this place
Among the dogs they sell?
Granted they feed me every day
And clean the kennelled row.
But I heard someone saying
I have seven days to go.

I had a collar, and a chair
I sat beside a fire,
But now I am in Alcatraz
Behind a fence of wire.
Was it the baby that arrived,
Or when I chewed that shoe?
Or did some other naughty thing
That puppies often do?
Strange people come and stare at me
They wander too and fro,
And on my cage a card that says
I've seven days to go.

Won't someone fetch me
Take me home?
I promise to be good,
And do the very best I can
As well-bred youngsters should.
Was it because I did not win?
Was it the hairs I shed?
I hate the fence, I hate the run,
I hate the plastic bed.
This Dogs Home is no home to me,
Oh hear my tale of woe.
And take me from my prison cell
I've seven days to go.

The sands of time are running out.
My spirit, warm and bright,
Will vanish down the corridors
Of never-ending night.
Was it because I grew to big
Or muddied up your floor?
That you have left me here to die
Behind a bolted door.
I try to look appealing
Even though I feel so low
In the hope someone might love me.
Only seven days to go.

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