I see by his coat
he must be a stray,
the untidy look
gives him away.

He’s lost his will
and is so thin
hasn’t eaten, since
God knows when.

I know as I coax him
through the door,
There’s always room
for one more.

The other night
in the freezing rain,
That little female
came again.

Matted and soaked
crying in need,
lost and alone
with babies to feed.

Her pleading eyes
I couldn’t ignore,
There’s always room
for one more.

There’s a new face
on the docks today,
hungry but clean.
to our dismay,
I stroked her head
Her body rippled when she got up
I saw she was crippled
she started to go, but
fell on the floor.
There’s always room for one more.

There’s the poor doggy
standing in the rain,
I’ve tried to entice him
Time and again.
One ears lopsided
the other’s been torn,
Blind in one eye
lost and forlorn.
He’s coming now, so
I’ll open the door.
There’s always room for one more.

These stories are true,
As I’ve said before,
There’s always room for one more.

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