When my water bowl’s gone dry
And squirrels mock me from their tree
I thank that Bull Mastiff in the sky
For the wonder that is me.
When that thorn stuck in my paw
I gave forth no whine or howl.
When that bone jammed in my jaw
I smiled through painful jowl.
And though I heard my father say
That someday I would be no more
I trot along from day to day,
Even though I know the score.
However narrow is the doorway
Whatever punishments await
It may be I’m but Fortune’s foreplay
But I’ll be Victory’s blind date.
