Tony, my old border collie
herding his field art
Eating rats his only folly
fast and very smart
Every day he’d show us how
out through the pasture gate
He’d bark at five and get the cows
So seldom late
Out on the pasture he’d hunt some mice
and rats and rodents small
Chased them, caught them, bit them twice
ate them one and all
Then one summer day came trouble:
Rats all over the field
Dad put poison in the stubble
Vermin fate now sealed
The rats ate the poison and that’s how they died.
But alas, Dad’s head in a fog
My Dad forgot. He should have tied up
Tony, my old dog
Tony caught and ate a rat
and there at five he lay
Dead on the road, stomach fat
cows left out that day