Dingle's Dog
Harry Dingle had a dog
He took him everywhere
They lived near a swampy bog
That cast a stench in the air
He hunted in the morning
His dog always by his side
One day without warning
He was taken for a ride
Sheriff Cain who resided
Just half a mile away
His greedy heart decided
That Dingle couldn't stay
Little did Harry know
His land was rich with oil
So with his dog in tow
Was buried neath the soil
The sheriff now the owner
And all the wealth he could crave
Harry's dog like a loner
Just sat beside his grave
Then a couple months later
With a chance to taunt him
His spirit as a gator
Returned just to haunt him
Sheriff Cain was soon to find
This ghost he couldn't battle
With vengeance on his mind
Killed and ate all his cattle
Soon Cain would taste defeat
Harry finally was the winner
For revenge to be complete
Had the sheriff for his dinner
To give everyone a scare
His bones draped across a log
Now the only one still there
Is Harry Dingle's dog
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