We had a little Beagle named Cindy,
such a sweet little girl she was,
brother Darrell training her so well,
to be a great hunter, and that she was.
My dog shep and her got along just fine.
Had her for almost two years, until one day,
while chasing a rabbit across the steet,
poor little Cindy didn't see the car coming
down the way, she was killed outright.
Such a poor sweet and most tender dog she was.
Our friend old Ben carried her from the steet and
placed her small little body on the green grass
that she used to play in many times, then he
came and told us the sad news. She was with
us a short time but so many dear sweet memories
that dear dog left in our hearts.