’Cause dogs is dogs, an’ haven’t any right;
But let me tell yer this: without my Jim
Th’ very shinin’ streets would seem less bright!
An’ somehow I’m a-thinkin’ that if he
Could come at that last stirrin’ bugle call
Up to th’ gates o’ gold aside o’ me,
Where God stands smilin’ welcome to us all,
An’ I said: “Father, here’s my dog ... here’s Jim,”
They’d find some corner, touched with love, fer him!