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O l’ Rusty
Here's the story of man's best friend The bear stood up all rank and tall
I tell this tale with pride. There was anger in his stare.
It's about a dog named Rusty, Ol’ Rusty stood his ground
And the night he saved my hide. And matched him, glare for glare.
It was sunset on the prairie, We might think of dogs as dogs
The picture was serene. We're masters to them all.
The glow was gold and purple, But that night of fright I saw the light,
Like a painting from a scene. Ol’ Rusty’d take the fall.
My day of work was done, He showed all heart and courage
Time to reflect on things we overlook. No man could ever match.
Love of family and friends, If this bear had brought the key
And lessons not learned from a book. Rusty would be the latch.
I was settling in for the night, This Griz must weigh a thousand pounds
Maybe drop an eyelid or two. An presented quite a sight.
The cows never much cared for sundown, But he respected courage
Rusty's day was pert'near through. And tonight there'd be no fight.
Rusty wasn't much to look at, This bear held the key to the promised land
The but the cows do heed his call. With one swipe of his mighty paw.
He could bark and growl with the best of them But the courage shown by Rusty that night
You'd think he's ten feet tall. Had filled this bear with awe.
This night out on the prairie flat No one can buy this courage
A grizzly made his round. It's never been for sale.
Ol’ Rusty took a stance, showed all his teeth Ol’ Rusty offers it for free,......
He was gonna hold his ground. With the wagging of his tail.
Now I ain't saying this griz was mean
But a bear is still a bear. R.L. Brinegar
His teeth were sharp, he was primed to fight © 2000
He'd do this deed with flair.
