Where My Food Comes From - A Poem

[With apologies to Maxine Nightingale … what can I say, the original song was the end theme for Slap Shot]

Oo, yes it’s so late, and the dusk is glum,
I gotta get right back to where my food comes from.
Freedom’s good, but I was dumb,
I gotta get right back to where my food comes from.

Arf, woooooo………

Do you remember today (a sunny day)?
A gate opened at Chez
Beagle let me run from the yard.
The bipeds did yell (o how they yelled)
As I ran from where I dwell.
I was chasing rabbits o so hard.

Oo, and I’m scared, ‘cause the night has come,
I gotta get right back to where my food comes from.
Hunger’s here, with nary a crumb.
I gotta get right back to where my food comes from.

Aw-rooooooo-ooooooo …

That house of mine (that house of mine)
Is having roast swine
I think that dinner’s just begun.
They’ll give me some scraps (between my naps)
They are such worthy chaps
To sneak the Beagle Queen a bun.

Ooh, and I’m so starved, I must sit a spell.
I gotta find that house where my bipeds dwell.
Food is there, I’m in a tizz!
I gotta get right back to where my supper is.

Arf, howroooooo…

I’ll get a bath (they’ll scrub all day)
Because of my run path.
I can face their holy wrath.

But that’s alright, ‘cause I am home!
I had to get right back to where my food comes from.
I’m in light, out of the gloam!
Because I came right back to where I started from.

In my bath, but that’s fine with me!
I’m gonna get fed here in the place I ran from.
Hungry now, I’ll have a spree!
I gonna get fed here in the place I ran from.

And here’s kibble, but the gravy’s gone!
Am I really right back where my food comes from?
Same kitchen, same tree and lawn.
I guess I did get back to where my food comes from.

But it’s alright, at least I am warm,
And napping so snug where my food comes from …