(1)
Oh, Christmas Day is here again!
Hooray, hooray, horray,
There'll be lots of fun and parties
And visitors to stay.
And I love the noise and bustle,
And the extra food as well,
With lots of toys to play with
And a Christmas tree to smell.
But it's all over too quickly
And a year must pass - oh well
I'll have to wait for many days
For December's magic spell.
(2)
No I really don't like Christmas
When everything's so fraught.
And people come and people go,
And they're often not my sort.
There are toys I musn't play with
And things I musn't eat,
And trees inside are not the same
As those out in the street.
But worst of all there's crackers
Of which I'm really scared,
You should shut me in your bedroom
If you really thought, or cared.
(3)
I thought I had a lovely home,
How wrong could I have been,
I was a Christmas present
But my owners weren't too keen.
One day they went out visiting
And took me in the car,
I thought I was going with them
But I didn't get too far
I was thrown out of a window
On a noisy motor way,
And although I tried to catch them
They didn't look or stay.
So I don't think much of Christmas
It's no fun without a home,
I don't know what will happen
Now I've nowhere of my own.
Elizabeth Zettl
I'm a very worried Boxer
Who would so like a home,
I don't know why I was thrown out
I'm not the type to roam.
And now I am in kennels,
And the stories I have heard!
From both my doggie neighbours -
One would think they were absurd.
Alas that's not the case.
But truth is hard to bear,
One was beaten, the other starved,
Thank goodness now they're here.
There are so many of us
Nearly all with stories sad
And we cannot understand it
We cannot all be bad.
We think we're quite attractive
With our big brown soulful eyes
We've no coat that needs untangling
And we're not too big in size
Surely it is not a crime to want to love and
live.
It's so not so very much to ask
~And we have so much to give
And we wouldn't be much trouble,
And we'd try so very hard
To fit in with a family.
We'd be a super guard.
So now perhaps we'll have a chance to be
rehomed at last,
And go where people love us
And forget about our past.
Liz Zettl