A Little Boys Prayer For His Dog
Dear Mr. Saint Peter outside your big gate.
My little dogs waiting and thinking I'm late,
For every day after school he meets me at four.
just outside our gate but he cant anymore
A big car knocked him down and when it had fled
I picked up my dog and they said he was dead
I know he'll be waiting up there beside you
for me to come home like i always used to
So please try to tell him so he'll understand
Why his master can't meet him today as we planned
tell him that i'd come if i possibly could
and Mr. Saint Peter please feed him real good
and give him a blankethe might get cold
for hes not very big and hes not very old
and don't drive him away alone in the dark
because hell get lonely and then start to bark
I know it will be hard to get him to come in
because without me it wont be heaven to him
But he's a good pal you and he can have fun
So please take good care of my little dog till i come.
Copyright © Laverne Fletcher | Year Posted 2006
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