---

C J Dennis - A Dogs` View
Work rating: Medium

I`m only just a common racing dog,
   Simple in habit, and my diet`s plain.
I have never had a longing for the grog
   That some men seem to need, more vim to gain.
And I have heard it said of such a one,
   Who in his swilling emulates the hogs:
"He`s boozing day and night: he`s getting done.
   Poor man," they say: "he`s going to the dogs."

But now `tis threatened that a dog should win
   A newer culture and a swifter pace
By taking to the whisky and the gin,
  That he may wax more reckless in the race.
And we, who hitherto have been content
   With just a lap of water and a rub,
Will soon enough contract that human bent
   Of knocking off and going to the pub.

And then, who knows?  Some badly balanced pup,
   Weak-willed, and too intent on hectic joys,
Will learn too soon the way to liquor up
   And have a jolly evening with the boys.
And we shall say of such a one, in blame:
   "It`s quite all right to have one new and then;
But he has overdone this drinkning game.
   Poor dog," we`ll say: "He`s going to the men."
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.