Can’t do that now, an’ there ain’t no need
A-keepin’ a dog that don’t earn his feed.
So yeh got to make way for the brindle pup;
Come along, old chap, yer time’s ’bout up.
We’ll travel along at an easy jog—
Course, you don’t know, bein’ only a dog;
But I can mind when you wuz sprier,
’Wakin’ us up when the barn caught fire—
It don’t seem possible, yet I know
That wuz close onto fifteen years ago.