He once had a dog with the same name as me,
He told me with whisky in hand.
He wasn’t too tall, you were up to his knee,
And he came from a far away land.
He carried the look of a debonair spy,
With a tale for every occasion.
He once was a king for a charming young queen,
And a court who gave standing ovation.
Old pals and workmates were often the stars,
Of many a tell that was told.
Stories of ferry boats, barracks and bars,
And scallywag capers of old.
He told stories so tall, can’t remember them all,
And baked us bread crusty and warm.
His last Great Escape was no less a jape,
As they whistled him off away home.
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