I talk to him when I'm lonesome like

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)