LONELY NED

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 10, Issue 47, 8 November 1946, Page 6

LONELY NED

Pam lonely Ned of London town, I lay my lazy old bones down In fa packing case, in a grocer’s yard. The first year of my life was very hard, My owner was a callous brute, Too handy both with hand and boot; I will neX/er forget the cold wet night When my grocer friend found me Half dead with fright; He bathed and bound my wounds ..' and bruises, And fed me, in between my snoozes, In a box beside his fireside bright, While I wagged my tail with sheer delight. He said: “I am going to call you Ned, For the sake of a brother long since dead, Who owned a dog very much like you, t No man ever had a friend more true.”

For years .everyone was kind and nice, I livfed in a canine paradise, But well I remember the fatal dajr, When my kind friends said I must go away, “But cheer up Ned, I’ll come back some day.” No one can imagine my state of mind How I listened and watched for .my master kind, The other folks were good to me, But they could not relieve the misery Of watching and waiting night and day, For footsteps that never came my way; v Long years have passed, I am sad and old, Some morning they’ll find me stiff and cold, Gone to seek my life’s best friend, Who the broken heart of a dog, can mend. H. SERGANT.