AT ONCE I said as he reared his head and set towards the glen,
With a flick of his tail and a blast of his breath if we are quick we'll be there for 10.
Oh no oh no my boy my rock he slows on the moorland trail,
So I check his strong pulse and look at his face, its no good as he's just gone so pale.
Don't leave me my boy as I scream from my lungs as he lies there on the heather,
Good god goodtimes will you leave me now,WILL YOU LEAVE ME NOW FOREVER? YES
Last edited by goodtimes; 01-20-2011 at 05:07 PM.