There was a bonny Labrador
and a bonny dog was he.
His owner walked him free of leash
so the fair world he could see.
O the fair world loved to see him
as he romped and capered around,
his flaxen fleece like sunlight
wove love around about.
He spun free, scampering wide
scampering here and there so fleet
while his owner feigned indifference
lest a policeman they should meet.
She thought the police were imbeciles.
Her dog he should run free
as long as people turned away
so they could only be.
O the fair world was all aghast
when the dog ran into the road.
With every swerving car was felt
the crush of a deadly load.
Gangly legs and flaxen fleece
narrowly escaped the slaughter
as a lorry swerved in panic
disembowelling the dog’s owner.
Now the bonny Labrador
in his basket sleeps in peace.
His once owner stands above
only bones with an unseen leash.