The dog was being dog
The shady oak drifting back,
Forth, y'know, anon
The knife was still sharp
But that stupid bit of blue cloth
Never knew such loneliness
Who cut you from the patch
You were once some thing more
Now i could not even blow my nose
It was enough to make stone cry
And it did, and did the oak dog
The knife spinning back, forth,
Y'know and on
