The black dog
Winston Churchill had a black dog
his name was written on it
It followed him around from town to town
It’d bring him down
took him for a good long ride
took him for a good look around ( Mombassa: Black dog)
No company’s more hateful than your own
You dodge and give yourself the slip; you seek
In bed or in your cups from care to sneak
In vain: the black dog follows you and hangs
Close on your flying skirts with hungry fangs. ( The satires, epistles, and Art of Poetry of Horace)
Come over here black dog and
I’ll pat you on your head
you’ve been following me for a good long time
I guess you must be my friend
I guess you must be my good friend
I don’t wan you to be my friend no more black dog:
I don’t want you to come around. (Paul Foley)