My dog, called mongrel cur by the uninitiated, dear to me nonetheless. |
A black dog we named after the Dogstar. Coincidentally - namewise, he could be likened to a fictional character in the popular Harry Potter series. Initially a stray we occasionally fed and sheltered during inclement weather, he's now our house pet after an encounter with dog-catchers. As pampered as any dog with mile-long pedigree lineage. Sirius black, dear mongrel cur When rain pounded down, there you were Shivering under molten skies A pleading waif, beguiling sighs Entered our hearts, then did not stir Sirius black, dear mongrel cur. Sirius black, dear mongrel cur. You rule our lives, and know it, Sir! Mealtimes revolve around you now Drag us for walks, pulled anyhow If you knew how, you’d surely purr Sirius black, dear mongrel cur. Sirius black dear mongrel cur Threat to us your action will spur Trotting beside us, keeping track When suddenly thugs did attack Leapt instantly, a formless blur Sirius black, dear mongrel cur. Sirius black, dear mongrel cur. Shining, silken, oh so soft fur I refuse to count passing years Of losing you I stifle fears Long life, good health I’d fain confer Sirius black, dear mongrel cur. Sirius black, dear mongrel cur. Accepting foibles without murmur Together joyful lives to spend Some angels sent us a true friend Our grateful thanks they e'er incur Sirius black, dear mongrel cur. |