My dog has wheels. Don’t you know.
Rubber paws. Now watch him go.
People say he should give up.
Who wants a two-legged pup?
But, Otto’s not beaten, he’s a fighter.
Just a couple of drumsticks lighter
In racing trim, he tears up track
Zoom up front straight, zip down back
Got slicks for dry, and treads for wet,
He’s speedy as a dog can get
I found him trapped inside a shelter
Saw me coming, ‘My eyes will melt her’
Wasn’t sure I’d want a cripple,
Can my perfect pond stand a ripple?
Once I get him kitted out
His lap times leave me in no doubt
Other dogs, he’s just not fussed
Leaves them back in all his dust
His biggest gift though was a lesson,
That life’s too rich, to go a messing
About with neg-a-tivity,
When you’ve got such ability
So much in life to be achieved,
Whilst there’s still air that can be breathed
Don’t focus on the small potat-ers
Forget the bullies and the haters
Remember Otto’s fighting ‘tude,
To give in would be awful rude
Remember life is what you make it,
Not petty moans from those who fake it
Otto’s brand-new life, despite the bias,
A winner stood atop that dias