Muff

Our dog...was Muff,
With a puckered up nose.
And his teeth were very sharp,
In their white, and pearled rows.

Muff went with us traveling,
As we pioneered...out west.
A big, white-boned bulldog,
But he was the very best.

One night on the plains,
When we were all sleeping.
A porcupine came in camp,
And Muff went out leaping.

The duel was finished,
O...it gives me the chills.
Muff was the victor,
And Muff got the quills.

We couldn't remove them,
Muff had to be shot.
Long years have past by,
And I haven't forgot.


E.P. 1908 - 1989