There is a place where tennis balls die

And before slobbering pups are born,

And there, their fuzz grows worn and frayed,

And there, their covers are torn away,

And there, their dogs are told to play

In the tall green grass of the park.

 

Let us leave this place where canine cages cramp

And the dark dogs are chained and muzzled.

Past the Petco holding an obedience class

We shall walk with a walk that is harried and fast,

And watch when the cars with dogs drive past

To the place where tennis balls die.

 

Yes, we shall walk with a walk that is harried and fast,

And watch when the cars with dogs drive past,

For the dogs, they mark, and their masters, they know

The place where tennis balls die.