He’s little and fat, short and black, with a CH before his name
Not a care in the world, without any doubt, he cast away his fame.
He’s top dog no doubr, his authority does tout, his right to be #1,
He’s a stock dog when asked, a lap dog in fact,
And a guard dog when day is done......
What right, I ask, do I have, in fact, the control of his destiny?
Can I ever repay the loyalty he lays, at my feet, unquestionably.....
So people are we and humble should be, that our friends give
their faith and their trust,
Deserving we aren’t of such loyalty, given by love, not by “must”.
May the hours of work and of play always last,
Together are we, to the end.............
written for “Ali” August 1984 by Edna Kay Gammill