And small homeless puppies shall have no dominion
Cute diminutive canines shall be fed
By the man in the wind and the East Moon Chinese restaurant;
When their tummies are filled up and their bellies rotund,
They shall have street trash at elbow and foot;
Through they are diseased they shall be happy
Through they sink into the sea like lemmings they shall swim away;
Through they will bark a lot, no one shall care
And small homeless puppies shall have no dominion.
And small homeless puppies shall have no dominion.
In the winding darkened allies
They lying in ambush shall not leap forth;
Rending poor hapless bystanders,
They, chased down and beaten, shall not break;
Weapons upon them bodies shall snap in two,
Unless evil unicorns run them through;
Then they’ll wimper and moan a bit;
And small homeless puppies shall have no dominion.
And small homeless puppies shall have no dominion.
Little doggies twisted where they lie
Loud yipping crashes on the buildings;
Where they annoy a bunch of people
Who don’t like little poochies very much;
But puppies will woof forever;
And against the city scene their bow-wows;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And small homeless puppies shall have no dominion.
