There once was a sleek greyhound That sauntered into my yard Followed by a gentleman – Of song, he was the bard I love to sing, I said. Sing me a few bars, said he. Nonplussed, I sang Blue Moon. You can hold a tune, I see – And I can skill your voice He said – without giving pause So, we began our path With scores of songs and good laughs I miss your beaming smile And the look of “you got it” – When I hit the note right As, indeed, you knew I might Goodbye, my dear ma