A faithful dog will play with you

And laugh with you -or cry-

He'll gladly starve to stay with you

Nor ever reason why,

And when you're feeling out of sorts

Somehow he'll understand

He'll watch you with his shining eyes

And try to lick your hand.

His blind, implicit faith in you

Is matched by his great love -

The kind that all of us should have

In the master, up above.

When everything is said and done

I guess this isn't odd

For when you spell "dog" backwards

You get the name of God.

Author Unknown