Sweet Little Friend, forever I see you Snuggling in towering blades of green, Running on lakeside fields With flapping ears it seems. I see you still, sniffing easy breezes Under starry nights, In dreams running rabbits in flight, Around corners peeping, And between us asleep, with legs upright. Old Trooper, O Special Friend of red and brown, Dappled with grey on foot and brow, Of you I think when clouds roll gently over blue, And lazy Sundays come 'round. Gentle Spirit, your shadow's more than I can bear, As I wish someone could answer my prayer -- In final dreams will I see you there?