"And having buried him I come to praise The Big Old Dog today"

One Basso Bow Profundo Wow a sonnet for The Big Old Dog They called him Yankee Doodle and he was a friend of mine He was a big old dog who must have weighed a buck oh nine Although I never weighed him (since how could I anyway?) And having buried him I come to praise The Big Old Dog today Oh The Big Old Dog The Big Old Dog (to me that was his name) He looked like Senator John McCain but I loved him just the same Becoming the hit he would become he started gold then went platinum Resembling some of us in this way with that serious sense of play And the gravitas gravity gifted his face he wore like a timeworn gift of grace As settling with time settling into the ground he settled him down with a settling sound But in the chorus of the canines who transcended time and space One basso bow profundo wow stands out and one familiar face Looking like Senator John McCain but loving him just the same Yes! The Big Old Dog! The Big Old Dog (to me that is his name)! +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX