One pup turned a lovely blue
Shade of gray as up she grew.
She had fleas and she was mangy,
Tall and thin and rough and rangy.

She had ears all full of mites,
Skin infections, from flea bites.
She never heard a van draw near,
She never heard a man say, "Here. "

Come along. We'll fix you up.
You need some help, you poor old pup.
The shelter's got a lovely vet.
She'll fix those fleas and mites, I bet."