Death Row.

Behind the bars stands a lonely soul
Who hasn't got much time
Before they move him further on
Along the "Death Row" line.

His heart beats fast as you walk by,
The dogs all bark with fear
Whilst he just stands there quietly,
Knowing you are near.

You go to him and stroke his head,
Then sadly walk away.
You know his death gets nearer
With each passing day.

You sign the forms and pay the fee
And then you take him out.
He wags his tail and licks your face
And then he starts to shout.

He trots along, his head held high
Right to the very end.
Thank you for giving me a chance
My loyal, special friend.

Jay-Thumb

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