We clipped the tail and he does not forget
And cut his paws to kitchen feet
Here is a mark of my legless interest
A living lump collar and keep
Will it your hand?
Feel the wounds that I have?
(Bonedigger)
We cut the claws and he does not forget
The simplest unmuzzled way
Now he is backless and human instead
No common tongue or thing to say!
We split the litter and he does not forget
Sleeping in piles and nuzzling
Once we decided which creature to get
His useless mother she did nothing!
Will it hold you hand?
Feel the wounds that I have?
(Bonedigger)
All of you
All of you eat
All of you
I feast alone
I feast alone
I feast alone
He's at the bottom os
Tips the bowl!
He tips the bowl over!
And the pat hand could convey nothing
And likewise the lick is not love