Consider now, the noble hound – He is the nicest beast around. Discrimination he would ban. He’s quite egalitarian. Tall or short or old or young He slobbers on you with his tongue. No matter if you’re dumb or wise ALL lawns he’ll freely fertilize. His energy none can exhaust His animation is not forced. He never lacks enthusiasm (Where a cat might have a spasm.) A truly social extrovert, Though some may think him rather pert. How many lively, famous names Would chase your ball, play silly games? A simple task is feeding time. His table manners are sublime! The cat turns up his nose in scorn The dog just gulps and then he’s gorn. But if he’s given silver service, Doggie gets a little nervous. I do not recommend high tea He’d grab the scones, smash plates and flee. The wolf is quite environmental (Methods, though, are none too gentle.) Crowded herds he’ll caref’lly thin Just so the fittest can fit in. And what is more, he has the knack Of good “group-think” within his pack. (But pity those who disagree – They’re margin’lized or forced to flee.) But vegan wolves I’ve yet to find Who’ll keep th’environment in mind. Not so does the sly Renard, For issues green he won’t regard. So independent is the fox He quite neglects to match his socks. Where wolves will strive to meet their quota He won’t care – not one iota! He invades the chicken coop And won’t discuss it with the group. Totalitarian is his reign, The poor chooks they complain in vain. Despite all this, I’ll bet a fiver He’ll be hailed a “good survivor.” The working dog and Border Collie Work so hard, some call it folly. From the dawn ‘til setting sun They herd their flocks – they think it’s fun! And how are they remunerated? Canned meat! Dog bikkies desiccated! Sick leave? Superannuation? Maybe annual leave vacation? None! Dog lovers, can you handle This slave trade? This social scandal? Farmers rake in all the cheques. The Canine Union rep objects! Can this enlightened western nation Tolerate this exploitation? What if dogs all went on strike? Our GDP would take a hike! That gentle, giant, Saint Bern-ard Is rightly held in high regard. He carries something rather handy ‘Neath his chin: a flask of brandy. If snow-bound, though, I would be, I’d ask him for a cup of tea, A home-made sausage roll, perhaps? Those monks, they are such decent chaps! But now we see these fast-food chains In mountain passes, hills and plains, With pubs now everywhere enjoyed, Alas! Saint B’s are unemployed. Not so genteel is the dingo. One won’t find him playing bingo. Pokies at the pub, he’ll do With his bohemian point of view. And in the bush, he’ll do his bit (Though graziers’ herds may take a hit) But like the wolf, he’ll save the day By keeping feral pests at bay. The bunny and the kangaroo They will the dingo dog eschew, But not, I’m told, from social snobbery, Many claim it’s highway robbery: They’ve contrived to, by street wisdom, Get the dole, and rort the system. Should we the humble pooch adore? Or, as cats do, the beast ignore? Disdainfully some call him “Mutt”, Tell doggie jokes and he’s the butt, While some bestow excessive care And dress them in the finest wear. (Thus “dapper dog” became the phrase That best described the latest craze.) But love or hate them, dogs abound Though many end up in the pound. A fate so tragic for such creatures. Properly trained, they’d bear good features. Our faithful “Man’s Best Friend” he’s named And by his faithfulness he’s famed. When people fail, he comfort brings, Devotion tot’lly without strings. In fallen nature none can find A creature like him so designed, And yet a shadow dim is he Of his Creator I can see. The “Hound of Heaven” have you met?Our lost souls He pursues them yet. So swift with unrelenting love Sent by the Master, from above.
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