When Whiskey came, he needed us
Because life had been unfair
He was timid, skittish, scared
He needed someone to care.
And he became my constant friend
My shadow day and night
My little grumpy old guy
Always ready for a fight.
Then Honey came, a tiny angel
Four short legs and great big eyes
She touched our hearts, and Whiskey's too
(Which came as a surprise!)
And so it seems she's here to stay
This tender ball of fur
We love Whiskey 'cause he needed us
And Honey...we need her.
Caren E. Salas