R
Robert Harrison
Guest
I wouldn’t let it happen to a dog
Butch was a Bitsa dog yer see/ his mother liked doing the rounds/
Born at the town of Chinchilla/ just west of the Darling Downs/
A flea riddled mutt with flopped ear/ who had the use of one eye/
The other poked out with a stick/ after his owner left him to die/
In a plastic bag he left the mutt/ dumped by the side of the road/
When along came a Swaggy a humping/ all that the Swaggy owned/
With a Swaggy’s curiosity/ He opened the bag with faint smile/
He often found things by the bitumen/ when walking mile after mile/
His faint smile turned to a grin/ as he opened the bag bye and bye/
And there to his great delight/ young Butch with his one brown eye/
Now our Swaggy a kindly cove/ took up Butch in his powerful arms/
And off he carried him gently/ away from all sorrow and harms/
Alas, the old Swaggy passed on/ to a Swaggy’s heaven upon high/
His mate of these past five years/ was left to fend for himself or die/
The flea riddled mutt with flopped ear/was put to ridicule and to shame/
So sought the old Swaggy’s grave/ there to lie/ till death finally came/
Butch was a Bitsa dog yer see/ his mother liked doing the rounds/
Born at the town of Chinchilla/ just west of the Darling Downs/
A flea riddled mutt with flopped ear/ who had the use of one eye/
The other poked out with a stick/ after his owner left him to die/
In a plastic bag he left the mutt/ dumped by the side of the road/
When along came a Swaggy a humping/ all that the Swaggy owned/
With a Swaggy’s curiosity/ He opened the bag with faint smile/
He often found things by the bitumen/ when walking mile after mile/
His faint smile turned to a grin/ as he opened the bag bye and bye/
And there to his great delight/ young Butch with his one brown eye/
Now our Swaggy a kindly cove/ took up Butch in his powerful arms/
And off he carried him gently/ away from all sorrow and harms/
Alas, the old Swaggy passed on/ to a Swaggy’s heaven upon high/
His mate of these past five years/ was left to fend for himself or die/
The flea riddled mutt with flopped ear/was put to ridicule and to shame/
So sought the old Swaggy’s grave/ there to lie/ till death finally came/
