One Day We'll Be Togever Again

I don't no why her eyes dus leak,

I nuzzel her noze but she dusent speak.

So wiv respect, my tail low,

Off to my toy box I dus go.

Praps squeaky or bone will make her well

And wot ever is de matter 

She mite tell.

So I push chewy ted in her paw

Finking it's time for sum tug-o-war.

She wipes her eyes and wiv a smile

She says she'll play in a little while.

Den I see de photo wot made her sad,

And fink she's missing my bruvva

Wot we once had!

So wiv my eyes I dus explain

She must no more feel dis pain,

Cos in de Happy Hunting Ground,

One day, 

We'll all be togever again!