A neighbor came running at night with good news
Excited, she didn't get the gate closed firmly
And our little band of pirate dogs took a walk outside
When I found that they were gone
I called frantically
The big dogs returned, running back inside the gate to safety
I searched the dark road for Bertie
And found him, mortally wounded
Crawling home as best he could
Brave little Bert
Strong little Bert
A little while later
After we had done what could be done
After we had done what could be done
He died in my arms, his head against my cheek
The next day Beez saw a roadrunner
With a glint in his eye
He took it as a message
That Bertie is well
And running around in the great beyond
Waiting for us...
Waiting to make us laugh again
