Animal

He calls in the morning, the day to renew, if his owner gets hungry, he'll be turned to stew. What is he?

Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.

We dwell in cottages of straw, and labor much for little gains; sweet food from us our masters draw, and then with death reward our pains.

What spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals and hides at night?

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