Walking the Hedge

The Last Litter

This is the last litter you will ever have
The last labour you will have to face
The last dead pup you will try to save
If I could, I’d take your pain

One more time dear
Take a breath that’s deep
One last litter of puppies
For your god and master – man

Never again will you be cold
Or left at night all alone
Never will you be dirty and matted
Or allowed to be emaciated

One more litter
One last time
Brave little Momma
With deep brown eyes

When your babies are old enough
They will go to loving homes
They will sleep in children’s beds
And never know the pain you had

When this last litter has grown and gone
We will find you a loving home
A sweet old man who needs a friend
Or a sad widow who will return your love

No more hunger
No more fear
This to you
I do so swear

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