an interim report

we leave the barking dog back in the pound

each screaming child deserves devoted care

but daily we are losing so much ground

this is the factor that ought to astound

the wimp who wins when lions would not dare

we leave the barking dog back in the pound

no one would pay for the rocks that we found

a value's placed upon the light and air

but daily we are losing so much ground

you danced once when the happy king was crowned

but no one dances at the monthly fair

we leave the barking dog back in the pound

the price of wisdom must the fool confound

while not a single one has gold to spare

but daily we are losing so much ground

share in the pain and still you will be drowned

no hero's left to revel in the square

we leave the barking dog back in the pound

but daily we are losing so much ground

(C)2008, Fragano Ledgister