Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis - A Dogs' View lyrics

I'm only just a common racing dog, Simple in habit, and my diet's plain. I have never had a longing for the grog That some men seem to need, more vim to gain. And I have heard it said of such a one, Who in his swilling emulates the hogs: 'He's boozing day and night: he's getting done. Poor man,' they say: 'he's going to the dogs.' But now 'tis threatened that a dog should win A newer culture and a swifter pace By taking to the whisky and the gin, That he may wax more reckless in the race. And we, who hitherto have been content With just a lap of water and a rub, Will soon enough contract that human bent Of knocking off and going to the pub. And then, who knows? Some badly balanced pup, Weak-willed, and too intent on hectic joys, Will learn too soon the way to liquor up And have a jolly evening with the boys. And we shall say of such a one, in blame: 'It's quite all right to have one new and then; But he has overdone this drinkning game. Poor dog,' we'll say: 'He's going to the men.'