Gonna sing you a song,
and it won’t take long,
it’s a cinch you haven’t heard it,
it’s ‘bout a man and a dog,
with two feet and some luck,
and survival, they only just made it.Now the man was a hunter
he lived in the wild,
pitching wits against winter, the cold and the rain
He was left by his kinsmen,
with no food, clothes and injured
it started, just man against terrainWhen they left he was bleeding
and lost all his feeling,
the battle, the bear it had won.
He’d been mauled and they covered
his body with leaves
and for warmth all he had was the sunOn the third day unconscious,
a wolf passed beside,
he was hungry and just lost his pack,
upon spying the man he though “ah, fresh meat!,”
but his vicious streak was back with the pack
There thus was a main,
and a wold, both alone,
but together they made up a team.
with the wolf fetching food,
and the man giving fire,
and both drinking pure water from a stream.The man’s strength came slowly
but soon he could fish and stalk, walk
and the wolf became dog,
man’s traditional friend,
and each on each other
for all, could depend.Now this song’s got no ending
like a letter, don’t send it,
relationships come and they go;
but this man and friend dog,
with a bond that’s so strong
are still living down in old
Calico!, Idaho!, Mexico!, I don’t know!
Copyright: Anthony Leonard Ostheimer (ALO), 25 April 1972