(For you Bennie)
He is only two bricks and 50 cents high
A very special little fellow is he
Shaded in tan and black the small little fellow
A cocky little fellow all the time
And he is no saint the little devil
He struts along the paths of Saint Patricks
His eyes are button bright
And God help any stray cats that cross his path.
He fears no burglars
He hears the softest and quietists sounds
No boarder dare pass the window
Bennie is apt to tell who it is.
He makes more of a racket than a brass band.
And he knows when we go to bed
This little half pint of Guinness
He is quick to jump on the pad
And says to himself
When is he turning off the box with
Pictures and sound
I want to sleep.
When I am tired
He will come and be beside me
And rest with me awaiting, awaiting
When will he awake to play with me?
Bennie will just be
And wait again SIGH for the man to awake
Smell and sleep and smell again.
When will he be home again?
O when will I hear his footsteps how soon?
Soon Bennie Holy, Unholy PONTIFF SOON
SOON HALF PINT OF GUINESS SOON.
SOON I WILL BE HOME MY FRIEND
MAN’S BEST FRIEND,
By peter maynier.