Maple

Maple, oh Maple

you’re just a little puppy

almost shot by a farmer

 

Maple, oh Maple

named by WWOOFers eating pancakes

when the farmer grabbed his gun

 

Maple, oh Maple

people think that you’re a girl

just because your name is…

 

Maple, oh Maple

it’s two thousand and eighteen

why can’t a male dog be named…

 

Maple, oh Maple

he’s glad to be alive

but sad his balls are gone now

 

Maple, oh maple

it’s for his own good

I just wish he understood

 

Maple, oh Maple

spay & neuters what to do

for all the dogs and cats like you

 

Maple, oh Maple

running round the pig pen

looking for some scraps to eat

 

Maple, oh Maple

the WWOOFers left their pancakes

to save you from the farmer

 

Maple, oh Maple

you were ribs and puppy eyes

now you’re nearly twice the size

 

Maple, oh Maple

it’s been a joy to have you here

but now you’re bound for adoption

 

Maple, oh Maple

no more scrounging for your food

soon you’ll be part of a family

 

Maple, oh Maple

sweeter than Vermont Grade A

and all he want’s to do is play

 

Maple, oh Maple

he got on a plane that flew

to land where sugarcane once grew

 

Maple, oh Maple

if we didn’t have five other dogs

we’d adopt you in a heart beat

 

Maple, oh Maple

I’m going to miss you, little guy

I’m happy you can’t see me cry

Maple.

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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