Fetch

Fetch



This is the old black mutt

That lumbers and lazes;

And slumbers in my shadow

For always.

Here is the hound

I brought home from the pound;

That I'll nurture and feed

Day by day.



So, he'll grow, and he'll expand,

And he'll snap at my hand...



Until I reach into my own,

And pull out a bone for him,

To suck on the marrow,

And see that it's emptied and hollow.

Until I hurl it far with a heave,

Go fetch, boy – retrieve!

But this dog, he won't leave

Me alone.