Little Doggie

Through the woodland and through the mire He searches in vain for his missing pet. Mile after mile, he tramples the fields But there's no trace of his little dog yet. Her name is 'Lady', master's special friend, Always with him, close within sight But today she must have mistaken the way In the late afternoon's fading light. 'Pretty Lady' he shouted, with much concern 'If you hear me please answer my call'... But nothing did he hear, not one bark in return As darkness descended over all. Then suddenly, in the beam of his torch, Doggie lay there, with sorrowful eyes, Panting and panting ~ her master said nought But he fell on his knees and he cried. Pretty Lady had been so cruelly savaged By whom? How shall we ever know? But a vet will arrive as daylight breaks through And Lady will be safely back home.