One’s Next Best Friend
I was lost in the valley
All veiled with fog,
Back o’er the hill
Was a howl of a dog.
He was doing his bit
In trying to keep peace,
For his dear old master
Had just deceased.
In that old cabin
Was a dear little child;
The wolves rushed around
Madly and wild.
On came the morn,
But I’d grown pale.
The sun came up and
Removed the veil.
Then I jogged along
O’er the bumpy ground,
I stopped at this cabin
And there I found
A wonderful baby!
With eyes so bright
’Twould light the way
Through the darkest night.
From under the bed
Came a grunt of a hog,
I knelt and found
’Twas that little dog.