A faithful dog will play with
you
And laugh with you -or cry-
He'll gladly starve to stay with
you
Nor ever reason why,
And when you're feeling out of
sorts
Somehow he'll understand
He'll watch you with his shining
eyes
And try to lick your hand.
His blind, implicit faith in you
Is matched by his great love -
The kind that all of us should
have
In the master, up above.
When everything is said and done
I guess this isn't odd
For when you spell "dog"
backwards
You get the name of God.