If you can scratch that irritation
And rid yourself of those fleas,
Put your head upon a masters lap
and be patted gently on the head.
Look up with pining eyes at the table
and gain the reward of a scrap of food.
If you can tempt your master to walk you
Even when the rain is falling outside;
Cock your leg up at the leg of a chair
And know you will never get caught.
Bear to take that dreaded walk,
Up to where the fears of the bath await.
If you can dream of the day now gone,
And kick your hind leg up in the air.
If you can train your master well,
To throw a stick but have to bring it back;
Then the world is your bone, my pup,
And every day you will be a dog.