Placed Puppies

HOW THE BULLDOG GOT HIS FACE

When the good Lord gave out faces to the dogs long, long ago… He found when he had issued them there was still one dog to go "Where’s this dog’s face" he called aloud, I know I must have made it There must be some hereabouts who’s clumsily mislaid it A shy young Angel then stepped up, "forgive me Lord," he said He stuttered an he stammered and turned a little red, I never thought it was a face, it fell out of your bag, I thought you had discarded it, and it was just a piece of rag So, I promptly went and used it for so very many things Like polishing up the halos and waxing up the wings. It’s creased and crumpled as your see, in truth it’s a disgrace I don’t know how my dearest Lord you can use it for a face I realize it’s all my fault there’s no one else to blame I trust you can forgive me Lord, my hearts so full of shame, of course I have forgiven you, but here we’ve got a mess So I’ll make amends to this poor dog and him I’ll truly bless. He’ll be called an English Bulldog, that’s about the only place Where people are so silly as to love an ugly face But he’ll be kind of gentle and of courage he’ll be full As well as love and loyalty, the lovely ugly Bulldog And that is why my children in that long gone year of grace. The dear old English Bulldog got his lovely ugly face!!