Bobby Dog

Bobby Dog

His masters voice gone,

He knows where he belongs.

Sad that he waited,

But honour it showed.

A friend for life was he,

Bobby the mongrel, devotedly.

Now a hero himself,

His memory known to me.

So many fans he collects,

Each day his love reflects.

How close his tie to,

The man he always loved.

How loyally he kept,

His watch over the grave.

Waiting against hope for what,

Would return to let him go.

How faithful the old mutt,

A life of devotion he gave...