Well, now it seems that I am growing old
And though I'm used to living in the cold
I'm sick of standing gazing through the wire
And need a little space to be beside the fire.

When I was young and in my prime
The honours heaped upon me were sublimes.
Then in your house I was a treasured guest
Admired and fetted as the very best.

But now some other dog takes all your time
And occupies the space that once was mine.
The kennel maid's the only one I ever see
Nobody comes to pat or talk to me.

When folk admire the trophies in the hall
And rainbow coloured rossettes on the wall
Remember then my very famous name
That set your feet on the path to fame.

Don't leave me here, unloved behind the wire
But find me some small place beside a fire.

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