H*A*R*L*E*Y
He wasn't black, he was a tri-
Color, that is, black, red, silver, and gold;
He might not be fast, but he's getting old -
But, still can track bunnies and squirrels and cats
And if you're not watching, he'll eat dead rats.
But he's quite smart if truth could be told.
That's Harley the mighty, Harley the Bold.

Now, not many remember the storm of aught six,
Nor the wagon trains filled with bank stocks and gold bricks...
And fewer remember how the twister that year
Flung babies and trees and gold bricks far and near.
But Harley, he knew -
He kept his nose to the ground -
sniffing here, sniffing there, circling round and around;
Until he found a brick of gold.
That's Mr. Harley to you, Mr. Harley, the bold.

He decided to retire and enjoy his new wealth,
Teaching puppies and kittens the art of sniffing and stealth.
The bone mansion he built was a marvelous feat;
Filled with cheeses and sweet meats and peanut butter treats.
And there were bitches galore, great gals every one -
How they raced round the yard, oh they all had great fun!
But eventually as happens, the funds they ran out
And the great Harley was alone....

But, he didn't pout. No,
He kept his nose to the ground and tail high in the wind,
for he knew that is how all new great adventures begin.
H*A*R*L*E*Y
That's Harley the magnificent, Harley the wise.
H*A*R*L*E*Y
That's Harley the Shepherd and he is my good boy.