1,271 miles

my puppy, all battered in fur,

set out to conquer this world,

packed up his bones, his biscuits and leash,

and set out a walkin' through the busy streets,

without me, his loyal master by side,

his leash trailed limp, 'hind his scattered stride,

a day my puppy made it, he quadruped quite far,

but then quickly caught by his leash, a whizzing car,

this would be the end of my dear puppy,

but bless his heart he made it plenty,

for the car, that dragged his wet nose up to pup heaven,

was the car that dragged his furry frame down to

new haven