A four-legged friend has suddenly become
ill
she's running a temperature and has a bad
chill
She's roaming our streets with nowhere to
stay
watch over her Lord please guide her my way
I'll take her and keep her; I'll make her
well
she'll be fit as a fiddle; and loud as a bell
I promise to watch over her and give her a
loving home
she'll be happy and safe; she won't have to
roam
So this I ask of you; I beg of you; I pray
Lord watch over her and please; guide her
my way
John Quealy