There is no sorrow enough in the natural way ,
From men and women to fill the day ,
And when we are certain of sorrow in store ,
Why do we always arrange for more ?
Brothers ans sisters I bid beware ,
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear .
Buy a pup and your money will buy ,
Love unflinching that cannot lie ,
Perfect passion and worship fed ,
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head ,
Nevertheless , its hardly fair ,
To risk your heart to a dog to tear .
When the fourteen years which nature permits ,
Are closing in asthma , tumors ,or fits ,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs ,
To lethal chambers or loaded guns ,
Then you will find - it's your own affair ,
But you've given your heart to a dog to tear .
We've sorrow enough in the natural way ,
When it comes to burying Christian clay ,
Our loves are not given , but only lent ,
At compounded interest of cents per day ,
Though it is not always the case , I believe ,
That the longer we've kept 'em ,
The more we do grieve .
For , when debts are payable , right or wrong ,
A short term loan is as bad long ,
So why in heaven - before we are there ,
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear ?
By - Rudyard Kipling