How the Bulldog Got His Face
When the good Lord gave out faces
to the dogs long, long ago...
He found when he had issued them
there was still one dog to go
"Where's this dogs face" he called
aloud, I know I must have made it
There must be someone hereabouts
who's clumsily mislaid it
A shy young Angel then stepped up,
"forgive me Lord," he said
He stuttered and he stammered and
turned a little red,
I never thought it was a face, it
fell out of your bag,
I thought you had discarded it and
it was just a piece of rag
So, I promptly went and used it for
so very many things
Like polishing up the halos and waxing
up the wings.
It's creased and crumpled as you
see, in truth it's a disgrace
I don't know how my dearest Lord
you can use it for a face
I realize it's all my fault there's
no one else to blame
I trust you can forgive me Lord,
my hearts so full of shame,
Of course I have forgiven you, but
here we've got a mess
So, I'll make amends to this poor
dog and him I'll truly bless.
He'll be called an English Bulldog,
that's about the only place
where people are so silly as to love
an ugly face
But he'll be kind and gentle and
of courage he'll be full
As well as love and loyalty, the
lovely ugly bull
and that is why my children in that
long gone year of grace
the dear old English Bulldog got
his lovely ugly face!!
