"Black Dog"
Black Dog done come round here
showin' big teeth and yellow eyes,
smell of things got bad,
him must got mange.
"Shoo mutt," I says
"If I done say once,
I done say a thousand times
y'ain't wanted none t'all."
Black Dog don't move,
no him don't budge,
him just howl
like nothin' right.
Up round bend come Deputy
in his big white truck,
wearin' his fine white shirt,
bright shined star an' all.
Deputy blast his horn,
loud 'nough my teeth do shake,
Black Dog, tail 'tween legs,
BOLTS.
"Now see here," says Deputy,
"Sheriff dun told ya
steer clear that mutt,
don't mess with that beast!"
"Sheriff says ya only need holler
when Black Dog come barkin',
Sheriff fix him real good,
Ain't no trouble, ya hear."
I know Deputy right,
Sheriff's fixed it plenty time before,
but I oft' forget
or swell up with too much pride.
Why for Sheriff gonna come round here?
Why for Sheriff gonna care?
"Sheriff's a busy man
with bigger fish to fry."
Deputy just low his glasses,
"Sheriff's a busy man a'right,
but Sheriff make time for ya
always has, always will."
by: j.p.burns
