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B I N G O
I caught me a Dingo
I named that dog Bingo
He was no more than three
He watched o'er my nippers
And fetched me my slippers
What a good dog was he
One day while out walking
I heard people talking
They were talking 'bout we
"Look at you and that dog"
"That cur smells like a hog"
"You should set that mutt free"
"Since you've more than one child"
"And him raised in the wild"
"It's not safe can't you see"
With their hearts full of lead
They then shot Bingo dead
Said "God meant it to be"
"Now you can just shoo"
"Before we shoot you too"
"Hang you high from this tree"
Defiled, I left wriggling
They smiled and left giggling
Guess the joke was on me
So later on that night
I grabbed gas can and light
To set Bingo's soul free
I crept up like a mouse
And I torched their damned house
Then danced 'round it with glee
Through dead flames and flashes
I gathered their ashes
And cast all out to sea
Now I take it with pride
That he sits by God's side
And chases his Frisbee
Copyright ©
Randy Freie
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