If years were counted by time spent in love,
Dog years is what you’d get.
For never did she lose her sweetness
Or turn away from a caress,
Never did she look upon me
With anything but sheer innocence.
Time took away her strength to walk
But never her strength to love.
Her heart—oh, bold organ!—that has now stopped
Took with it a thousand great legends,
But the one we have to remember her by
Is her one great life—may it spread like wildfire!
Oh Maggie, sweet dog, your legend
Will be on the tip of my tongue, till the day
That I, too, must die.
That I, too, must die.
