I wish I was a Rottweiler and I could carry a gun
I'd go after all those folks, who think that tortures
fun
I gather up a gang of us, a Spitz, a chi, a hound
We'd travel in a motorhome, and hunt these people down
We'd start with all the puppy mills, we'd open all
their doors
And tell them all "run like the wind, and head
for golden shores
There's someone there that's waiting, with open arms
for you
I promise you can trust them, they're animal rescue
If I could talk, I'd call the millers out into the
night
I'd bear my teeth, and hold my gun and watch them
shake in fright
And then I'd laugh and laugh and laugh and then I'd
laugh some more
As I threw them in the wire cage and slammed the metal
door
So its on to the next, Oh this is fun as we joke
around with each other
We start drawing maps and making plans
Got alot of ground to cover.
There's a pit on the road, someone has dumped
We offer him a ride, Its not hard to see the life he
has led by the pain that's in his eyes.
We give him lots of food and drink,and he shows no
aggression
He hears our plan and wants to join, and teach mankind
a lesson
We're off again, to search this land for the murderers
who went free
To teach the ones who stomped and burned and hung dogs
from a tree
One by one we paid them back for everything they've
done
And repeated their words back to them, "isn't
torture fun?".
After days and days of traveling, gathering troops
along the way
Thinking of our forever homes and the people who threw
us away
We long for a loving family, Oh wouldn't that be
neat!!!
Instead, they dump or beat us or have us put to sleep
Maybe we are not thru yet, there's many more folks to
see
The judges and lawyers, the USDA or maybe the AKC.
We give all politicians giardia and mange, dump them
on the highway by the side of the road
And strip them of their dignity, give them fleas and
ticks abode.
I smile to myself as this vision dances in my head
My eyes grow very heavy, as I snuggle in this soft bed
I can hear in a far distance, dogs whinning and then a
scream
When I wake up, I realize that this was all a dream
The wire digs into my side, my feet and body's sore
As I look down to the ones below that cold, hard, wire
floor
I start to beg like all the rest, please set me free
today.
I pray to God, I'd rather be dead then live this
horrible way
And guess what, I'm not a rot nor do I have a gun
I'm just a little Dachshund, put on earth to play and
run
To be loved by ALL humans, like every dog should be
But if I did have a gun right now, I'd use that gun on
me.
(Barbara Lewis)
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