My People,
Mom says I am 14.
That really means little to me.
I have a very hard time getting up.
Mom is always after me to eat.
I hurt a lot sometimes.
Mom says I keep biting her.
I don't mean to.
Mom keeps singing:
"Do your hips hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot?
Can you tie them in a bow?
Do your hips hang low?
Now that is just mean people!
But Mom is Mom.
Mom says it is my time.
Don't worry my people.
I am fine waiting at heavens gate for each of you.
I will greet you with love in my finest German Sheppard splendor.
Don't worry. Dad will be OK.
And Mom is Mom.
I love you, my people.
Mom says I am 14.
That really means little to me.
I have a very hard time getting up.
Mom is always after me to eat.
I hurt a lot sometimes.
Mom says I keep biting her.
I don't mean to.
Mom keeps singing:
"Do your hips hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot?
Can you tie them in a bow?
Do your hips hang low?
Now that is just mean people!
But Mom is Mom.
Mom says it is my time.
Don't worry my people.
I am fine waiting at heavens gate for each of you.
I will greet you with love in my finest German Sheppard splendor.
Don't worry. Dad will be OK.
And Mom is Mom.
I love you, my people.
