Good Old Blue
I got Old Blue,
When he was a pup.
Whatever I fed him,
He'd gobble it up.
He grew up strong,
He grew up lean.
He's the best Bloodhound,
I've ever seen.
He'd catch a scent,
In the blink of an eye.
From near and far,
You could hear his cry.
He'd chase a Fox,
Or tree a 'Coon.
On summer nights,
He'd howl at the Moon.
When I was down,
Or sick in bed.
Right by my side,
He'd rest his head.
He's a better soul,
Than me or you.
There's no other dog,
Like good Old Blue.
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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