To the ends of the earth

I talk to him when I'm lonesome like;

and I'm sure he understands.

When he looks at me so attentively,

and gently licks my hands;

then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes,

but I never say naught thereat.

For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes,

but never a friend like that.

~W. Dayton Wedgefarth