He often gave chase to a hare in Jack the Master's bog
But the hare always easily outpaced brown Jack the working dog
He suffered an injury to his hind legs as a pup when a car knocked him down
On the roadway from Millstreet to Rathmore a mile from Millstreet Town
Due to his permanently twisted hind legs his fastest pace slow
But courage in abundance he had in him to show
In his many wars with other dogs which was a common sight
He always came out winning he never lost a fight
Quite good at working cattle not rough in any way
But no use as a guard dog it would be fair to say
That he was a people sort of dog he did love human kind
For to bark or growl at anyone he was not that way inclined
A strong and hairy fearless fighter for which he earned local renown
Though he never instigated a fight from a challenge he never backed down
Like every dog he had his day and time became his foe
And i have good memories of Jack though he died decades ago.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
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