rebel rebel who walked on air
his heart so full of care
the children loved to pamper him
just to get his golden hamper
woof woof the cry of freedom
for all his pals to hear
which he loved so dear
taking away all there fears
rebel rebel his heart made of gold
and feeling oh so tired and old
so good and never bold
walking down that narrow road
this poem is dedicated to all animals
with no fixed adreess tonight your all welcomed to mine
By Cathy Wain
