Just a Dog
He’s just a dog, some people say.
Why cry because he’s passed away?
He has no soul, no human spark,
No gift of speech, just a growl and bark.
But when we’re sick or simply sad,
Who worries that we’re feeling bad?
It’s Just-a-dog with big brown eyes,
Who tries to help when someone cries.
And who can always make us smile,
Though sometimes it can take a while?
It’s Just-a-dog who wants to play,
He can always chase our cares away.
Now that Just-a-dog is gone,
Our world somehow just seems wrong,
I’m Just-a-person now again,
Because Just-a-dog was our best friend.