Minnie

Andy has a picture, right there on her phone

A dog sits in a pusher, with her muzzle going grey

And in the morning sun it warms her

She wriggles round and wants the pain to go away

Minnie has a bit of trouble; it’s arthritis in her hip

So Pop and Nan her owners, spent ten dollars

And got a pusher from the tip

Now when they go walking, Minnie’s riding up the front

She’s looking at the traffic watching people in their cars

And town kids stop to pat her and their mothers like to chat

Minnie she just sits there, like she’s waiting for the stars 

Sometimes when she’s sleeping she’ll bark

Chasing rabbits in her dream, working sheep or moving cattle

Down the paddock cross the road and through the stream

Pop drops down his hand, and rubs her head

They watch a bit of footy, and he takes her out to bed 

She’s been a close companion right down through her years

Listened to their troubles listened to their fears.

Minnie has a bit of strife now; it’s arthritis in her hip

So Rod and Gwen her owners, spent ten dollars

And bought her a pusher from the Swan Hill tip