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His name is Ruff, part 1



His name is Ruff, part 1

Once there was a hero
In them fields of green
He was ever smart and clever
No sharper we have seen
He is old and grey now
His days of prime are gone
But the locals won’t forget him
And all he has done

He is old and scruffy
But he’s tough enough
He was born in Brockenborings
His name is Ruff

Once he met a badger
Deep below the earth
Ruff was thirsty, cold and hungry
He lived his days of dearth
The badger asked him over
Then fed him plates of stew
And it ended with a mugful
Of badgery brew

When Ruff was warm and merry
The badger told him tales
Of the wicked shrews on Greenfields
The ones with icky tails
So Ruff he barked his loudest
The shrews they ran away
And the badgers cheered their hero
This dog was okay

He is old and scruffy
But he’s tough enough
He was born in Brockenborings
His name is Ruff

Once he chased a goblin
All along the stream
And he ripped the goblin’s pants off
It made the froggies scream
The pants looked stiff and sturdy
So Ruff he found some logs
And he made a boat with pant sails
To comfort them frogs

He is old and scruffy
But he’s tough enough
He was born in Brockenborings
His name is Ruff

Now he sleeps all morning
And he sleeps all night
But the daytime is is favourite
When everything is right
The local children love him
He plays upon the rug
And his lassie lies beside him
She keeps him snug

He is old and scruffy
But he’s tough enough
He was born in Brockenborings
His name is Ruff

He is old and scruffy
But he’s tough enough
He was born in Brockenborings
His name is Ruff

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