by Gail Morrison
The gates of the bridge opened up today
To allow our very good friend to pass that way.
A Jack with a heart as big as the moon,
Ronin our friend we will see you again soon.
Just a pup so young to be taken frum here,
His bark while hunting in the fields we will hear.
As he runs through the fields to hunt and to play,
We will remember him each and every day.
Ronin our friend you will be missed so very bad,
And our eyes are leaking because we are so sad
We will all join you up there sometime, someday,
And the bridge is where we will eternally play.