And when Mom came to smack me,
I piddled on the floor.
For I had held my pee all day,
and could not get out the door.
They said that I was "wicked",
a menace at first glance
And when they tied me up outside,
I howled for one more chance.

I rolled over and sat pretty
and did all those tricks they loved
But they could not forget the wrong
and said they had had enough.

So they took me to a clinic,
where the smell alone put fear
into my trembling body,
but my cries they did not hear.

For they turned and walked out through the door
without a hug or pat,
I wonder will they forget and forgive me
when they come back?

But why do I feel so frightened,
as though they've gone for good?
They said they would love me 'til I died,
they said they really would ....

I'm strapped onto a table,
and they're shaving my front leg.
I think I'm getting a needle now,
I feel it in my vein.

And why do I feel so lonely,
without them comforting me?
And why do I feel so sleepy?

Oh, please God, let them forgive me.

-Author Unknown