Bomp and Mutt

As far as I can remember
‘Twas my grandfather Bomp’s desire,
For someone he knew to give him a view
In case someone stopped to inquire.

That’s why, he raised up Ole Mutt
A Norwegian squirrel dog no less,
But Mutt was not only a squirrel dog
But a watchdog, and one of the best.

Although Mutt proved, a great watch dog
And kept prowlers away, far and near,
But Bomp never knew, all that Mutt shood
For Bomp rarely ever did hear.

Bomp always knew when Mutt was around
For Mutt followed Bomp everywhere.
Therefore Bomp knew and so did Ma too
Wherever Bomp was, Mutt was there.

If Bomp were to go off the hill
Ole Mutt would too want to go.
Bomp’s driving quite fast, to hopefully outlast
Did not deter Mutt, any though.

Mutt often followed, more than a short ways
In trying to stay with his friend.
From my point of view, and Bomp knew so too
That Mutt’s chase and his race would not end.

As time rambled on, Mutt picked up some years
Bomp changed when leaving the hill.
From Bomp’s truck inside, Mutt went for a ride
And lived on the hill longer still.