Tale of a Seafaring Sheepdog

(Canto I)

"That's my pig", said the Bo'sun

As he sewed a wooden ear

For the French-Canadian sheepdog

That was sitting on his knee.

He played an old tin whistle

And he looked across the bow

And the mists wreathed all around them

Whilst the Captain changed his head

Then hoisted up the mainbrace,

The sails were all a-furléd

And the sheepdog sang a ballad

By an ancient mariner.

 The ear was neatly stitched in place

The crew had sighted land

So they bailed them out with much ado

And bedded down on foreign shores.

The pig had danced around with glee

On sight of trees and rocks and stones

The Sheepdog said a long good night

And told him a tale of mystery:

© The Poetic Priestess 2002