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The Ghost Dog

Tommy swore he heard him whimper
his mother said it to be the wind
his dad said overactive imagination
but I did hear it, here we go again

Tommy would put out bowls of water and food
his mother would scold him good
there is no dog, be quiet
his dad suggest a puppy, maybe we should

Tommy is not responsible enough
I would end up with it's care
Tommy should play with kids his age
dad would nod his head yes dear

One evening sitting on the back porch
Tommy threw a stick into the yard
suddenly the stick jogging in the air
came back to him, his eyes grew large

But it did happen I am not lying
the stick came back to me by itself
the mother sighed in disbelief
dad quipped Ghost doggie Ralph

Alone at night Tommy would throw the stick
and there on the ground it laid
he begin to shed tears and drop his head
he asked why can't I have a dog to play

Suddenly he felt a dog lick his face
and he smiled but nothing was there
he fell back after hearing a happy yap
and a dog was licking his ear

He picked him up he felt him true
but nothing was in his hands
a second lick on his face and a 
wagging til wagged like air from a fan

His mother called him to get ready for bed
Tommy ran indoors with the dog by his side
in bed he felt the dog snuggle next to him
said nothing to his parents all the wise

Tommy played with the ghost dog Ralph
and he loved the dog with all his soul
his mother consented on his birthday
a new puppy for Tommy to hold

He loved little Snicker a dog he could see
and forgot ghost dog Ralph right away
his parents were happy to watch them play
Tommy now seemed okay

One night Snicker seemed to chase a dog
but Tommy saw only Snicker at play
As he watched he swore he heard
two dogs yapping is they ran away

A neighbor found Snicker and return him home
so happy the family reunited
that night Tommy threw a stick
it floated back to him, his heart excited

Ralph don't steal Snicker from me
everyone says your not real anyway
You will always be my first dog
but now you must go away

Go! Go! I don't love you anymore
I don't want you you old ghost dog
in the wind he heard a whimpering whine
Tommy cried and cried for his ghost dog

It's been a few years and Snicker has grown
Tommy has grown as well
but in the still of a calm night
something is there something he can still feel

Snicker will whine and Tommy hugs him
he could never let that dog go
One summer night they saw their ghost dog
running with a ghost girl fading into the nights after glow

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