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It seems everyone said the more the merrier
When they bred the Staffordshire Bull Terrier
From coast to coast from town to town
On every street we get around
Soon we became quite a trend
Yob dogs made to defend
To show how 'vicious' we can be
Well that's a joke just look at me!
Now I'm here in a cage called death row
I got no hope, nowhere to go
And nobody wants our kind
We're just playing for time
We're the Staffies the unwanted puppies
To be born a Staff is unlucky
The most unwanted dog in Britain
But we can be sweet as a kitten
C'mon people can't you see
You're not helping by breeding me
You're making a rod for our backs
It's not much fun to be a Staff
Oh the problem is out of hand
We're being put down every day man
Old ones, young ones, pups
Some don't get to grow up
When you see an advert in the paper
'Staffies for Sale' - turn it over
Don't even look, don't be tempted
Until every shelter is emptied
Cos if you buy one of us will die
Then how can you look us in the eye
We're friendly, we just wanna play
So rescue a Staffie today!
We're the Staffies the unwanted puppies
To be born a Staff is unlucky
The most unwanted dog in Britain
But we can be sweet as a kitten
© Maria Daines/Paul Killington
All Rights Reserved
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17.04.09
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