“OLD BLUE (Anonymous) Had an old dog and his name is Blue. Betcha five dollars he’s a good’n too. Here Blue, you good dog you. Showed him the gun and I tooted my horn, Gone to find a possum in the new-ground corn. Old Blue barked and I went to see, Cornered a possum up in a tree. Come on Blue, you good dog you. Old Blue died and he died so hard, Shook the ground in my backyard. Dug him a grave with a silver spade, Lowered him down with a golden chain. Every link I did call his name. Here Blue, you good dog you. Here Blue, I’m coming there too.” PoemDogs Book:Dog Music: Poetry About Dogs Source: Dog Music: Poetry About Dogs