The Beggar

His eyes are glued upon your plate Hoping a morsel might escape Anything that reaches the ground He'll gladly wolf it down Anticipation is his fate Wanting a taste of master's steak The aroma fills the air Hungry eyes stare Every precise cut they see Every bite they plead Every chew they woo Every swallow they boo Never blinking only fear That the steak won't be shared Will the master eat the fat If he does I'll bite the cat Oooh yes he looks at me Tail wagging can't he see Mouth watering big smile Don't forget your favorite pal Meal is done scraps to dog He swallows them like a starving hog Happy happy happy day Steak bone to chew and play Little doggie loves his treat That night he sleeps at my feet Dreams of eating juicy steak Until he burst from bellyache