I found a big old ugly pup
That looked just like a pony.
I brought her home and penned her up
And named her Mackie Roney.
I noticed that her teeth weren’t long
And pointed like a hound’s,
However, all her teeth were strong
But kinda flat and round.
Along her neck she grew some hair
Much longer than the other.
Her bushy tail was slightly flared
And of a different color.
I never heard her growl one time,
But once or twice each day
What should have been a bark or whine
Turned out to be a neigh.
She didn’t seem to be content
And often would be found
Just walking ’round and ’round her pen
And pawing on the ground.
I found another ugly cur
Which seemed to bring her joy,
A dog identical to her
Except he was a boy.
My choice of food they wouldn’t eat.
Dog food was left alone.
They had no appetite for meat
Nor would they gnaw a bone.
They chewed on every plant that grew
And kept the grass clipped down.
It wasn’t long before the two
Had each lost thirty pounds.
I put them out under a shed,
It was a winter day,
And made them each a warm dry bed
Of grass, and straw, and hay.
To my surprise, next morn I found
When I went to the shed,
They both were lying on the ground
And eatin’ on their bed.
I gave them corn, and oats, and hay
And water in a tub.
I fed them two times every day
Till they got fat as mud.
Through Winter, Summer, Fall, and Spring
Those dogs would run and play.
They wouldn’t eat a single thing
But corn, and oats, and hay.
In early Fall, I went one morn
To fill the feed trough up.
I was amazed, there in the barn
Old Mackie had a pup.
The puppy’s mane and tail were black,
The rest of her was brown.
She had a long stripe down her back,
Her feet were hard and round.
The puppy’s hair was fine as silk.
I named my new friend “Flicka,”
Changed mama’s name to “Buttermilk,”
And named the daddy “Trigger.”