Grumbles and mumbles
as my inner workings tumble
And all my kindness
packs its bags for someplace
fuller

Left alone, just me and the bone
to pick with plenty of meat left
clinging all 'round

I snarl, I gloom
I stare 'round the room
and I impatiently await
food entering my face

Hungrily angry
Hangry for short
Don't come near me,
until I've eaten,
good sport.