Please send me somebody who’ll care,
I’m tired of running, I’m sick with despair.
My body is aching, it’s so racked with pain,
And I pray as I run in the rain,
That someone will love me and give me a home,
A warm cozy bed to call my own.
I’ve been ignored and chased away,
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
Now I’m tired, hungry and cold,
And I’m so afraid that I’ll never grow old.
They’ve chased me with sticks and hit me with stones,
While I run in the streets just looking for bones.
I’m not really bad, please help if you can,
For I have become just a “victim of man!”
I’m wormy and I’m ridden with fleas,
And all I want is an owner to please.
If you find one for me, I’ll try to be good,
I won’t run away and I’ll do as I should.
I don’t think I’ll make it too long on my own,
Cause I’m getting weak and I’m so all alone.
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
Cause I’m so afraid that I’m gonna die.
I’ve got so much love and devotion to give,
That I should be given a new chance to live.
So PLEASE, PLEASE answer my prayer,
And send me somebody who’ll really care.
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