'Mister Murphy'

No, I don't ever get to feel lonely, tho' I've never had children or a wife; But the truth is, I'm never really on my own, 'cause there is someone special in my life. I'm talking about the greatest friend a fella had, his name is Mister Murphy, he's my dog, And if I ever lost him, that would make me feel real sad, Like the time that he went missing in the fog. He's sitting at my feet, and hears me talking; His big brown eyes are looking straight at me, He's waiting for those words, 'shall we go walking'? Then puts a friendly paw across my knee. And so I take him out into the forest, And he just loves it, barking at the birds; When it comes to company, I've got the very best, I'm not sure that I can put it into words. A stranger one day asked me, 'Is your dog a special breed'? And I replied, 'That's obvious to see'; He looked at my companion, then I knew we both agreed, How special Mister Murphy was to me. Yes, he's a little bit of this, and a little bit of that, Tho' I don't really care about his breed; But he moves like a greyhound, when chasing that 'darn cat', I've never known a dog with so much speed. But sometimes he gets lazy, and just lays there on the lawn, Contented, just to watch the world go by; Then I join Mister Murphy, as he greets me with a yawn, And we both fall asleep, beneath a crimson sky.