That Time of Life.

What's the matter with me, I don't look my best?
My hair's falling out and I'm feeling all stressed.
They're making an appointment with the vet on the phone,
Oh my gosh, now they're taking me there on my own.
"For this to happen she really is a bit young,
But then, as we know, she is highly strung".
What do you mean these will cure all my ills?
Saying, "Be a good girl and swallow those pills".
And why are you all laughing at me?
Am I the only Greyhound on HRT?


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