BLACK DOG NO MORE

I was 9, my elder brother 12 and our younger siblings of course even younger when a relative gave this cute black Labrador pup. We named him Whitey, hahaha yeah many wondered why we named him so! He was in fact given a different name at first but my 8-year-old lisp brother cannot pronounce that and so there we started calling him a name quite opposite to his colour which was easier to utter. He was our toy, our playmate, then eventually grew into a big tough guard of the palace with very shiny black fur. He loved to eat bread and we love him.

I want a black dog no more
Who loves to eat bread so much
And who would ask for more and more.

I want a black dog no more
Who calls my attention when he needs it
And puts one black paw on my lap.

I want a black dog no more
Who wags its tail when sees me
And stares at me for so long.

I want a black dog no more
Who grows old while I grow up
And stays and plays with me all my childhood days.

I want a black dog no more
It can't be seen in the dark
And when it's old, it's slow.

I want a black dog no more
A car driver can't see it
When it crosses the street toward home, to me.

I want a black dog no more
Whose death is too painful and tearful to bear,
For he's not just a black dog, he's my best friend, my family