Opening my eyes to a new day,
I found myself under a shady tree and not in a heap of hay;
Racing vehicles leaving me in a swoon,
Will I get some breathing space anytime soon?
Separated from my folks, without shelter since ages,
Is staying hungry too one of life’s many stages?
I too wish to run everywhere and play,
By swimming in waters or getting soaked in clay,
Had I been your baby;
I would accompany you to sail,
Yet I am a baby;
With two extra legs and a tail.
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