Here I wag my tail of woe, I miss my friends, I miss them all.
I played with them in spring through fall. We shared good times, and had a ball.
This canine flu, just makes me mad, it took away the fun we had.
I sense it now, the end is near... soon we'll all play, without one fear.
I cannot wait, until that day -- the darned, mean flu, will go away.
'Til then my friends and I will pray... we soon run, woof, jump up and play.