Fritz the Dog
This dreary night, by candlelight, these stories we do share As brothers do, o’er golden brew, we lay our feelings bare.
The barkeep grins, the record spins, we laugh and trade in tales Old friends of mine arms intertwined, the seasons float in ale.
Soon round the bar we’ve come so far, the turn is now my own To comment on the time bygone and life that I have sown.
So gather round, you scoundrelly hounds, to beat the daily slog; I’ll tell you ‘bout my fond account of my old friend Fritz the Dog.
A young boy living in East Mount Sterling, there was a forest near
Where critters thrived and beasts survived and filled my heart with fear.
My father said, dare not you tread the wood of which I tell
You shan’t return, and then you’ll learn, the horrors there that dwell.
My father’s warnings did inform me of the brutes of night
And so I strayed so far away from the forest out of fright.
But one dark eve, I had to leave, to see what might be there
Curiosity had the best of me; I crept through midnight air.
The lantern hot, my chest in knots, I crept close to the trees
I looked within the brush and then, a thing brushed by my knees.
Not fond of it, but I must admit, I did let out a scream
But looking down, upon the ground, a mongrel I did see.
His eyes were wide, like chocolate pies, the light within them danced.
At first afraid, my feeling swayed, and soon I was entranced.
He looked at me, face full of glee, eyes glowing in the bog
The fear was gone, then here was dawn, and my friend Fritz the Dog.
Next afternoon, debate ensued, the family didn’t need him
I begged and moped, my father broke, we finally got to keep him.
Not cute or clean by any means, Fritz took some getting used to
But start to veer, he’d follow near, do everything that you’d do.
Never again did I ever tread by woods without companion
The chocolate pies stayed by my side, Fritz never did abandon.
See I had grown without my own big brother to advise me
Then Fritz appeared, then I had dear big brother right beside me.
The years did pass like this empty glass, ‘till one night heard a bark
In the evening glow, though long ago, the memory is stark.
For though I waited, breath still bated, the forest my concern
I cried and cried, those chocolate pies; my Fritz did not return.
So have a drink, ’cause in a blink, it all can sail away
Those happy years and friendly beers are never here to stay.
Yes, laugh and riot, but when it’s quiet, keep the silence long
For just a moment, one postponement, soon it will be gone.
I’ve heard it right, just once or twice, but know my word is true
It lets me know I’m not alone when I’m afraid or blue.
If you lean in, hear through the din, through hazy wooded fog
You’ll hear the sound; that lovely hound, the howl of Fritz the Dog.