Now I want to believe it is true
That he really fancies me
Laying red carpets along the way
Through signs in billboards around
I am just a hound being commisioned
To run after his hunt
Just a sport to him filling his time
But I am working for my bones
A hefty meal my Lord will offer me
For running and bringing home the bacon
Maybe it will end as a taxiderm
In his room of the animal heads he conquered
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