Blucher was a friend of mine
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He made my home his abode
I think he must have got weary
Of treading the lonesome road.
I stepped out one wintry morning
And found him lying at my step
He was so cold and hungry
Very limp and he was wet.
So I picked him up and placed him
On the rug there by the fire
I could see that he was grateful
By the expression in his eyes.
Now I knew he would be hungry
For he looked so weak and tired
So I found some beef and mutton
And his hunger he could not hide.
Well I got Bluch fat and healthy
But it took so many weeks
For his strength had really faded
And his legs were tired and weak.
But Blucher was a canine swaggie
So many roads had he trod
While travelling with a master
As they were searching for a job.
He stayed with me for about a year
And then one morning he was gone
I think the road was calling him
For it calls all swaggies on.
But I wonder where he is today
Somewhere neath the Southern Cross
And at times when I remember him
I realise how great was my loss.
Yes Blucher was a friend of mine
And I’d thought he’d settled down
No more capsizing garbage bins
In the back streets of our town.
But it’s strange how you get to love
A stray and helpless mutt
But he took my heart with him
So my door will never be shut.
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