My friend bought bread today, which led to this.
Put the bread in the bag well my dear,
You don’t want it to fall on the ground right here.
If you drop it and we leave it be,
It’ll be trouble for you and maybe me.
It wakes up when it hits the ground,
It doesn’t hurt or make a loud sound.
It has no home where it can go,
And it wants one so much, just you know.
Homeless bread are a plague on the streets.
Summertime come they walk their beats,
Attacking the people who pass by,
They don’t know what hit them and why.
The bread eat sunshine and people make shade,
Homeless and angry, off the path they strayed.
So don’t drop the bread my sweet little pup,
It might just come and beat you up.