As I grow cold,

You grow old,

As I sleep warm,

You sleep in the storm,

As I eat in my homely way,

You barely eat the scraps of the day,

It's not your fault your owners are cruel,

You poor things have no choice but to drool,

If you were mine for a day,

I would make sure to runaway,

Your owner doesn't deserve you,

As he only uses you,

The moneymaker that you are,

You will not go very far,

Your life has no destiny, 

No tender, love, and care,

Your life is meaningless to your cruel, cruel owner,

For all he gets you is a donor, 

Those who surround you feel helpless and bad,

As the only thing they can do is protest and feel sad,

Thankfully puppy mills are illegal,

But that does not stop the breeding of dogs like beagles,

Across the world people need money,

And for them, that's where you come in honey,

My darling child, my animals are part of my family,

It's too bad owner sells all of your family,

My darling child, do not fret, for there are people who will give your owner a scare,

So they can stop you from being forced to lay bare,

My animals I love with tender care, 

For they are my family and do no go bare.