Текст песни Harry's Dilemma

Harry was a contented dog.
but he awoke this morning and something was very wrong.
he couldn't be bothered to beg for mid-morning biscuits.
he couldn't be bothered to roll over and rub his back
E rough floor. he couldn't be bothered to scratch at
anything that might be nibbling away at him.
he just lay on top of his kennel feeling thoroughly
depressed. even his tail wouldn't wag.
Four months earlier, his owner
(an elderly gentlemen whom harry had been devoted to
ever since he was a puppy) had been temporarily forced
to leave the country, leaving harry with a trustworthy,
caring couple who lived around the corner.
things hadn't been so bad at first: long walks,
hearty dinners; even his kennel was in the same spot
in their yard -- just to the right of the back door.

This is the same kennel that harry had now been moping
on top of for three days. despite the best efforts
of the young, caring couple to cheer him up -- offersTindersticks - Harry's Dilemma - http://ru.motolyrics.com/tindersticks/harrys-dilemma-lyrics.html
of chicken and an endless stream of un-fetched balls
sent rolling down the yard -- nothing could coax harry
from his gloom. so, it was decided to send him to the vet.
Harry was a large dog and heavy-withered,
and he was in no mood to climb down from his kennel
and trot to the waiting car to travel two miles to
the surgery. eventually, he was lifted,
with the aid of a neighbor,
onto a blanket and hobbled from kennel to car; from
the car to the vet's. when,
once, harry would have put up a fight before going
within 500 yards of this place,
during the whole journey, he never raised an eyebrow.
of course, the vet could find nothing wrong with harry;
mentioned depression; suggested chicken and balls;
sent harry home to rest, still wrapped in the blanket.
took seven days for the notification to come through.
the owner had died in his sleep,
leaving specific instructions for harry to be put down.
harry was a dead dog.