A Malamute Dog
by Pat O'Cotter

You can't tell me God would have Heaven
So a man couldn't mix with his friends--
That we are doomed to meet disappointment
when we come to the place the trail ends.
That would be a low-grade sort of Heaven
And I'd never regret a damned sin
If I rush up to the gates white and pearly
and they don't let my Malamute in.

For I know it would never be homelike
No matter how golden the strand,
If I lose out that pal-loving feeling
Of a Malamute's nose on my hand.

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