Poems (Barbara White)/Our Dog Donald
Our Dog Donald
Some say it is more creul than kind, To keep a pet dog after it's blind;They say you should shoot them or kill them it's true; But dear wee Donald I don't think it ever will happen to you,You stood by me in sunshine, also in storm; You watched o'er my baby girl since she was born;And now that you have reached the age of ten, I never could think to part with you then;So dear old doggie, faithful and true, While I have a home I will share it with you.