t’was the night before kwansa and all through the crib,
Not a white man was lurking, all present were splib.
With mom out there hooking and dad in the slam,
I just settled down with some collards and ham.
The house was just freezin and covered with snow,
as my brother pulled up in a care he dun stole.
A nice, tired-looking dog wandered into my yard. I could tell from
his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home and was well cared for.
He calmly walked over to greet me. I gave him a few pats on his
head. He then followed me into my house, slowly walked down the hall,
curled up in the corner and fell asleep. An hour later he awoke
refreshed, went to the door, and I let him out.
The next day my new furry friend was back, greeted me in my yard,
walked inside, lay down on his spot in the hall and slept again for
about an hour. This continued off and on for many days.
