fluidpuck:

Into the kitchen I had vanished, feeling almost faint and famished,

The hound was not long fed and banished, her feet now off this stone-cold floor,

While on some soup i was a-dining, suddenly there came a whining,

A heart-wrenching, grievous whining, of a soul I did adore,

Then, her pleading claws a-scratching, scratching at the kitchen door.

Quoth the hound, “Let me have more.”