I see by his coat
he must be a stray
The untidy look
gives him away

He's lost his will
and is so thin
He hasn't eaten
since God knows when

I know as I coax him
through the door
There's always room
for one more

The other night
in the freezing rain
That little female
came up again

Matted and soaked,
crying in need
Lost and alone
with babies to feed

Her pleading eyes
I couldn't ignore
There's always room
for one more

There's a new face
on the block today
Hungry and unclean
to our dismay

I stroked her head
and her body rippled
When she got up
I saw she was crippled

She started to go
but fell to the floor
There's always room
for one more

There's the poor dog
standing in the rain
I've tried to entice him
time and again

One ear's lopsided,
the other's been torn
Blind in one eye,
lost and forlorn

He's coming now,
so I'll open the door
There's always room
for one more.