Banjo.
A brindle Lurcher going grey,
came into rescue yesterday.
His head held low his body frail, did I see a waggy tail?
I knelt beside him and kissed his head, then showed him to his
nice warm bed.
He'd been abused, left on the street, he tried to walk on his
sore feet.
Late that night we snuggled up, my dear old Lurcher, "Banjo
Pup".
When morning came his eyes looked bright, coz he'd slept in my
bed all night.
He ate his food and all was well, he looked so happy I could
tell.
The weeks went by and he grew strong, then late one night things
went wrong.
He couldn't stand, his legs grew
weak. I held him close, I couldn't speak.
I knew his time was at an end, his poor old legs I couldn't mend.
His eyes grew dim, he looked at me and licked my hand, his one
last plea.
Please stop the pain and let me go. My Banjo Pup, I love you so.
I kissed his head and held him tight, and whispered low
"Banjo, good night."
A gentle spirit full of love went to live in heaven above.
So short a life and full of pain, left on the streets in frost
and rain.
He's gone back home to God above where he can rest in peace and
love.
Goodbye old man, it's not the end, my special loving little
friend.