I will lend to you for awhile,
a Guinea Pig, God said,
For you to love him while he lives
And mourn for him when he’s dead
Maybe for five or seven years,
Or maybe one or two.
But will you, ’till I call him back,
Take care of him for me.
He’ll bring his charms to gladden you;
And should his stay be brief,
You’ll always have his memories,
As solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return
But there are lessons taught below,
I want this Guinea Pig to learn.
I’ve looked the whole world over,
In search of teachers true
And from the folk that crowd life’s land,
I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love,
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come
To take my Guinea Pig back again.
I think that I heard them say,
“Dear Lord Thy Will be Done,”
For all the joys this Guinea Pig will bring,
The risk of grief we’ll run.
We’ll shelter him with tenderness,
We’ll love him while we may
And for the happiness we’ve known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should you call him back,
Much sooner than we’ve planned,
We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.
If, by our love, we’ve managed,
Your wishes to achieve
In memory of him we loved,
To help us while we grieve.
When our faithful bundle
Departs this world of strife
We’ll have yet another Guinea Pig,
And love him all his life.
For the love of Guinea Pigs,