|
How the Bulldog Got His Face
When the good Lord gave out faces to the dogs long, long ago...
He found when he had issued them there was still one dog to go
"Where's this dogs face" he called aloud, I know I must have
made it
There must be someone hereabouts who's clumsily mislaid it
A shy young Angel then stepped up, "forgive me Lord," he said
He stuttered and he stammered and turned a little red,
I never thought it was a face, it fell out of your bag,
I thought you had discarded it and it was just a piece of rag
So, I promptly went and used it for so very many things
Like polishing up the halos and waxing up the wings.
It's creased and crumpled as you see, in truth it's a disgrace
I don't know how my dearest Lord you can use it for a face
I realize it's all my fault there's no one else to blame
I trust you can forgive me Lord, my hearts so full of shame,
Of course I have forgiven you, but here we've got a mess
So, I'll make amends to this poor dog and him I'll truly bless.
He'll be called an English Bulldog, that's about the only place
where people are so silly as to love an ugly face
But he'll be kind and gentle and of courage he'll be full
As well as love and loyalty, the lovely ugly bull
and that is why my children in that long gone year of grace
the dear old English Bulldog got his lovely ugly face!!
-
Unkown Author
|
Click to mail us