O, Bossko. Why are you crying? (Ode to the
German Sheppard who chews on bricks.) O, Bossko, why do you cry? Is it because John has moved out? Is it the leash you miss? Are such things worth the pout? Are long walks that you reminisce? The rock you hold Your teeth, they dull In the nights, so cold You point your hairy skull At the sky, you scold O, Bossko, come here. He’ll be ...