I pity the man

I pity the man who has never known

The pleasure of owning a pup;

Who never has watched his funny ways

In the business of growing up.

 

I pity the man who enters his gate

Alone and unnoticed at night,

No dog to welcome him joyously home

With his frantic yelps of delight.

 

I pity the man who never receives,

In hours of bitterest woe,

Sympathy shown by a faithful dog

In a way only he seems to know.

 

I pity the man with a hatred of dogs;

He is missing from life something fine;

For the friendship between a man and his dog

Is a feeling almost divine.

 

(Author unknown)