Here's an ode to the pup ya think
knows ya ... well now, he's grown.
Been many days since he smelt ya;
and he don't believe me none when
I tell him you're coming back home.
Here's to the pup what's helped here,
fixing the sash and the hanging door.
Sure, he's likely to remember you;
keep repeating that when he's pinned
ya to the floor.
Here's to the true blue, blue dog Blue. He's been here every day instead of you. I've taught him well not to tell on Uncle Postman and Uncle Handyman, to mention an uncle or two.
Ya better get home while he's young. The two of you might still learn some new tricks. I've missed both of you with them smiles ya brung way back out here in these sticks.
Actually, I'm never blue, nor is Blue, thinking of you. I just wish you'd make back here, dear, before the taxes are due. All funning aside, me and Blue really love you!