You can take my mule and sell my cow.
You can have my goats and scrap my plow.
You can shear my sheep and butcher my hog.
But please dear Lord don’t take my dog.

You can have my house and all my money.
Rob my hives and take the honey.
You can burn my crib, every log.
But please dear Lord don’t take my dog.

Block out the sun and cover the moon.
Hush the birds, each their tune.
Stop the rain and hide the fog.
But please dear Lord don’t take my dog.

Drown the ducks and then the fish.
Harvest the lilies if that’s your wish.
Take the turtles and then the frogs.
But please dear Lord, don’t take my dogs.

-Greg Grant, 2007