He's not my dog, he belongs to another
He was my dog, but that was long ago
He no longer is mine…I am sure of that
Gave him away to someone I don't know
Six months ago I gave him away…now he's
back sitting on my step…I asked what gives
He waits and waits…then visits the neighbors
They return him… thinking this is where he lives
I wish his owner would decide to pick him up
I guess if they don't I'll just have feed him
Maybe get him a new collar just because
otherwise his future will certainly be grim
He likes it here…he seems comfortable
His name is Ringo like the Beatle drummer
He's a good dog…don't want him in the pound
He can stay…maybe 'til the end of summer
Can't call a phone number to say he is lost
He can't stay forever…he must be reclaimed
Say Ringo…do you know your way home
I don't remember your new owner's name...
9/13/2010
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