They dumped it on the lonely road,
 Then like a streak they sped;
And as along the way I strode
 I thought that it was dead:
And then I saw that yelping pup
 Rise, race to catch them up.
 
You know how silly wee dogs are.
 It thought they were in fun.
Trying to overtake their car
 I saw it run and run:
But as they faster, faster went,
 It stumbled, sore and spent.

I found it prone upon the way;
 Of life was little token.
As limply in the dust it lay
 I thought its heart was broken:
Then one dim eye it opened and
 It sought to like my hand.

Of course I took it gently up
 And brought it to my wife
Who loves all dogs, and now that pup
 Shares in our happy life:
Yet how I curse the bastards who
 Its good luck never knew!