Panting, drooling, glaring, snarling

Once such a sweet little darling

I brought him back from the dead

The sight of him fills me with dread

I’ve created a monster, a beast

I should probably call a priest

My sweet deceased hound

I cried the day he drowned

I searched low and high

Wide was my wild eye

For a spell, a charm, an incantation

I knew he’d be an abomination

I’ve created a monster, a beast

It’s too late for a priest

Panting, drooling, glaring, snarling

Gone is my sweet little darling