As sung by Burl Ives on _More Folksongs_:

I had an old dog; his name was Blue,
And I bet you five dollars he's a good one too,
Saying, come on, Blue, mm-mm.

Blue chased a possum up a 'simmon tree,
Blue looked at the possum, possum looked at me,
Saying go on, Blue, you can have some too.

Bake that possum good and brown,
Leaving sweet potatoes round and round,
Saying come on, Blue, you can have some too.

Old Blue died, and he died so hard
That he jarred [charred?] the ground in my back yard,
Saying go on, Blue, I'm a-coming too.

I dug his grave with a silver spade,
And I let him down with a golden chain,
Saying go on, Blue, I'm a-coming too.

When I get to heaven, first thing I'll do,
I'll grab a horn and call for Blue,
Saying come on, Blue, finally got here too.
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--- Joe Fineman joe_f@verizon.net

||: Taste is the esthetics of hypocrisy. :||